Jian Yufei kept staring at him until his silhouette had completely vanished, only then did she raise her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.
She turned to look at the castle and went back inside.
Nangong Wenxiang was still sitting in the living room, but the black-clad bodyguards had all withdrawn.
The high heels on Jian Yufei's feet made a crisp sound on the shiny floor.
She walked up to him, staring at him and asked, "There's no one else here, can you tell me where the other child is?"
Nangong Wenxiang stood up, looked at her somberly and said, "I told you he died, you just don't believe it yourself."
Jian Yufei desperately told herself it was not real, but her heart was still in agony… as if a part of her had been cut out.
"He didn't die! My child couldn't possibly have died. When you took them, they were all fine, how could one of them have died!"
