"What?"
Only then did Situ Yongjie see a blood-covered, disheveled woman lying on the ground. In disbelief, he glanced at Situtu Xuexue and said, "Is she Qinger?"
"Yes."
Situ Xuexue fully understood Situ Yongjie's expression. After all, Situtu Qinger had been his daughter for over a decade, and there was bound to be affection. Suddenly hearing the news of her death was surely hard to accept; it was human nature.
Situ Yongjie crouched down, reached out, and turned the woman's body over. Upon closer inspection, although the woman's face was bruised and black, no longer retaining her former beauty, her features could not deceive. She was indeed Situtu Qinger.
"Qinger, what's wrong? Don't scare your father, please get up." Situ Yongjie reached out and shook Situtu Qinger's corpse vigorously, hoping for a miracle.
"Father, stop shaking, Second Sister is already dead."
