"No." Li Qingshen had completely calmed down, staring into Ling Momo's eyes, and said, "Just yesterday afternoon, on a certain street outside the Imperial Palace, Lu Niange was hit and killed by Jian Chenxi, and Jian Chenxi took poison."
The smile on Ling Momo's face completely froze.
Lu Niange and Jian Chenxi are dead...
Her complexion gradually turned pale.
Yesterday, Lu Niange was still standing at her wedding, graceful and refined like a gentleman, raising his glass three times to wish her and Li Qingshen a long and happy life together, wishing them a family with children, wishing them happiness.
How could it be that today, she hears news of his death?
Ling Momo once thought she hated Lu Niange, wishing he would die without a grave, but later she found her own happiness and walked out of Lu Niange's vortex. His joys and sorrows no longer concerned her. How could he die just when she had started to consider him a stranger?
Ling Momo's chest began to rise and fall.
