The room instantly became silent, terrifyingly so.
The lingering scent of her presence still seemed to hover in the air, with a faint fragrance overshadowed by thick bloodiness.
Fu Nancheng lowered his eyes, yet he found it hard to conceal the pain engulfing him.
He actually knew, he should let her go.
Since she was never truly her, he shouldn't disrupt her life again...
But he couldn't do it.
Just the thought of her being with Jiang Jinghao, of her crying and laughing with another man, drove him mad with jealousy!
He just wanted to keep her by his side, forever.
But if he did so, how could he ever face Yun'er?
He once hated her to the core, but upon learning that Qiao Mo lost her memory seven years ago, he suddenly realized how narrow-minded and ridiculous he had been.
Perhaps, she hadn't broken her promise back then; perhaps, like Qiao Mo, she had encountered an accident.
If that were the case, how could he ever face her?
