An Yibei patted her on the back to calm her down, but his lips had pursed into a thin line and he simply wouldn't give her an answer.
An Xiaxia asked between her sobs, "Who was she? Tell me. Why do we look the same… Why did she die…"
It was as if the most important person in her life had just disappeared and that was a feeling no one but those involved could understand.
An Xiaxia thought this feeling would kill her.
Listening to her weep, An Yibei felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He nearly told her the truth, but when he spoke, the words that came out were as sharp and malicious as ever. "There are so many lookalikes in this world. An Xiaxia, are you that conceited? Is that worth crying over?"
An Xiaxia stared at him, aghast, while An Yibei went on, "She was just a victim from an old case I took. You're out of your mind!"
Out of her mind? Did he just call her that?
