No matter how Ye Anqi resisted, she was still forcibly placed into the car by Ya Shitian.
The car drove towards the cemetery—
Ye Anqi had already given up struggling and had no choice but to compromise.
Ya Shitian held her hand the entire time, silently giving her strength.
She knew he was doing it for her own good.
But she was really scared...
"Tell me, how did he die?" Ya Shitian suddenly asked.
Ye Anqi's eyes trembled, and her face turned pale.
Ya Shitian didn't miss any of her emotions, "I know he died for you, but I don't know the specifics of what happened."
"You can investigate it yourself..."
"No, I want to hear it from you."
"I don't want to talk about it."
Saying it once was like experiencing it all over again.
"Then tell me, how good was he to you? Tell me about things from your past."
Ye Anqi used a smile to mask her sadness, "Are you sure you want to hear this, isn't this self-torture?"
