Who’s More Important, Xi Jin or Me?
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Hearing this, Feng Tianlan's body went rigid, and her face instantly turned pale. She raised her eyes and looked at Si Mobai in disbelief. It was a long while before she opened her mouth and hoarsely asked, "What did you just say?"
Si Mobai coldly repeated, "You don't have to go. Xi Jin is dead."
Feng Tianlan stared at him and pressed her lips together. She choked back the tears in her eyes and said, "I don't believe it. I want to go take a look."
Xi Jin would not die. Such a good person would not die. How could he die? He did not deserve to die.
"Lan'er, can't you just care about me?" Si Mobai held her hand. His cold voice sounded desolate and concealed a pleading tone within.
"I'm going to see him. I want to confirm for myself with my own eyes." Feng Tianlan shook away his hand that had been holding her wrist. She turned back slightly and glanced sideways at his tired, pale face. With a bitter voice, she said, "Mobai, I hope he is still alive."