At Su Luoyin's feet was the fruit platter that had just fallen. She had intended to cut some fruit to send upstairs while the children were discussing matters in the study, but she didn't expect to hear the news of Ruan Ying's death.
Ruan Li quickly supported Su Luoyin and comforted her, "Mother, this is just a conjecture, it doesn't mean that she..."
Su Luoyin's voice trembled, "No, it's me, if it weren't for me probing her, disappointing her, how could she have ended up like this!"
Lu Mufeng gave Ruan Li a look, and Ruan Li understood, helping Su Luoyin back to her room to rest.
In the warm room, Su Luoyin leaned against the head of the bed, tears welled up in her red-rimmed eyes, murmuring self-blame, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault."
Ruan Li gently patted her and comforted, "It's not your fault, and since her body hasn't been found, maybe she's still alive."
Su Luoyin looked at her blankly, "Is she really still alive?"
