In the pouring rain, a handsome and cultured man was stopping Qin Xiaolan to talk to her.
They watched together the throngs of survivors coming and going at the entrance of Xiang City.
Ma Zhiyuan said,
"Xiao Lan, ask them, which one of them hasn't lost family members? This is just how the world is now, every day there's parting and death."
"Don't keep dwelling on it day after day, not letting go. Everyone has to struggle for survival; we shouldn't waste our time on this."
Standing not far from the two was Hua Mi, nodding in agreement, believing the man made a good point.
What a smooth talker.
Yet, Qin Xiaolan replied,
"But that's because I didn't have any news of my brother before. Now that Fang Xin says she has a lead, I want to go find her."
Fang Xin... Hua Mi, standing not far away, was taken aback. Why was it always Fang Xin? Did Fang Xin know she had killed Qin Ziran?
