"A murderer?!" Qiao Xiguan's brows furrowed tightly as she glared at Qi Lingfeng, observing his somewhat agitated emotions.
Qi Lingfeng seemed to be silent for a long time, apparently controlling his emotions.
Qiao Xiguan grew somewhat restless as she struggled to keep herself calm.
After a long while.
Qi Lingfeng suddenly said again, "It's a pity, everything was fake."
How ironic.
So ironic.
Qi Lingfeng suddenly began to laugh, tears spurting out.
It seemed like the first time Qiao Xiguan had seen Qi Lingfeng cry, whether in her previous life or this one; she had never seen this man cry. The crying had an indescribable feeling to it, as if the whole world had wronged him, as if he had been abandoned or deceived by the entire world, and he cried.
He sat on the ground, looking at the black and white photo as tears simply fell.
Tears that seemed to flow without him even feeling them just kept flowing.
Qiao Xiguan bit her lip fiercely.
She felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
