Lan Yuyi suddenly turned her head back and the moment she saw Lu Lingche, her face quickly drained to a ghastly pale, "Ling, Lingche..."
However, Lu Lingche's face at this moment was almost paler than hers, as he looked at Qiao Yin, he didn't even know what he could say at such a time, and he dared not get any closer to Qiao Yin.
For the first time, he faced the pain that Qiao Yin had once endured so clearly, for the first time he truly felt how deep the wounds were that Qiao Yin had suffered originally.
Lan Yuyi said she knew Qiao Yin liked him.
It turned out that even Lan Yuyi knew about this matter, yet laughably he himself was unaware.
Lan Yuyi was utterly panicked, she stumbled down a few steps, and walked to Lu Lingche's side, "Lingche, what I just said, it was all said in anger, don't take it seriously. I actually, I actually..."
"If it weren't for the last words my brother left me before his death—"