Xuanji Is Dead
Editor: Atlas Studios
Lin Xuanji was not in the car. There was only a memorial tablet in the car.
The memorial tablet, which was made of rosewood, lay still in the backseat. There was a name inscribed on it - Lin Xuanji.
Lin Xuanji.
This name made Lu Jinwen's eyes sting. He closed the car door, hunched his tall body, and then gradually stretched another hand out and reached into the car.
His coarse finger stroked the name gently. It felt like he was caressing the woman's delicate skin.
After that, he took out the memorial tablet.
Jun Mosheng looked at Lu Jinwen and curved his lips. "Young Master Lu, Xuanji is not with me. I only have Xuanji's memorial tablet in Orchid Park."