When Qiao Qiao heard this, she immediately perked up, convinced that Su Hongxing was suffering from delusions again.
Ye Qilan had clearly stopped breathing, and so many people had seen Ye Qilan's body.
The fact that Ye Qilan was dead was undeniable, yet why was Su Hongxing so adamant in her delusions?
"Su, listen to me, stop fantasizing," Qiao Qiao said, wishing she could shake Su Hongxing awake. "Ye Qilan is truly dead, you can't keep immersing yourself in these illusions—it's unrealistic."
Su Hongxing, however, just smiled blissfully at the apricot blossoms.
Qiao Qiao simply did not understand—Ye Qilan was still alive.
Only Ye Qilan would send her apricot blossoms, whether in a past life or in this one. It was only him who had the habit of sending her apricot blossoms. Moreover, the flowers he sent were always the ones he thought were the most beautiful, vibrant, and fresh.
