Something like this happening, it's probably hard to bear…
But she still couldn't believe it, did that big bad guy really just die like that?
Lin Jingzhu sat on the ground, leaning against the railing, hugging her knees, her pretty face as pale as paper.
Her vacant eyes were unfocused, not knowing what she was thinking.
Even when the flying boat stopped, she was oblivious, like a statue, completely still.
Zhong Lihe came forward and said, "Miss Lin, we've arrived… Miss Lin?"
At his call, Lin Jingzhu came back to her senses, looking up blankly.
"Where are we?"
"Tiandu City."
"Oh."
She slowly got up, staggering as she walked off the flying boat.
Watching her desolate back, Zhong Lihe furrowed his sparse eyebrows.
"It seems Chen Mo and Lady Lin have quite a relationship, no wonder he could win Her Majesty the Empress's favor."
"Alas, that guy was a talent, and to die so vaguely, what a pity..."
