But how exactly did Anran die? Why was he reborn together with Ling Xi? Suddenly, Sheng Jingyi no longer wanted to know the true answer to this matter, because he knew that it probably wasn't something he would want to hear.
What a pity!
"Yes," Ling Xi nodded, "Actually, it was all my fault. It was because of me that he died." As she spoke, Ling Xi slowly exhaled a sigh, "I did not kill the benevolent one, yet the benevolent one died because of me. At that time, I never thought that Anran would not hesitate to go to hell with me." Even now, Ling Xi still felt increasingly indebted to Anran.
Therefore, only if she ensured his happiness, because this was something she could no longer afford to give him.
Hearing Ling Xi's words, Sheng Jingyi was shocked, yet a chill suddenly emerged in his heart. If in this life, Anran had found Ling Xi before him, then would the person in Ling Xi's heart be him?
