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"You're lying to me, right …" She came before Song Que, her voice choked and her eyes dazed as she stared at him.

"Why would I lie to you?" "" "Song Yi repeated it again, without a ripple in his voice." " He's dead. "

"Xiao-Xiao, I am the only one who will accompany you to the end."

"This is impossible …" Su Xiaoxiao's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at him with red eyes. You really killed him? "

Song Yi did not say anything else, agreeing to Su Xiaoxiao's words.

What he was doing now was to make Su Xiaoxiao give up.

"Song Yi. "How did you become like this?" Only now did Su Xiaoxiao believe Song Yi's words.

If Qin Guan didn't die, he would definitely come and save me …

She finally couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into tears, her vision blurry with tears.

Qin Guan is really dead …

Su Xiaoxiao could not accept this outcome. All that appeared in her mind were the sounds and smiles of Qin Guan.

"Song Yi, I'll stay with you. Tell me, is he still alive? " Su Xiaoxiao's eyes were red from crying and she spoke with a hoarse voice.

She had given her all.

As long as Qin Guan was alive, she was willing to do anything.

But Song Yi poured another bucket of cold water on her.

"Su Xiaoxiao, he's already dead." Song Yi looked down at Su Xiaoxiao, who was crying silently. He couldn't say what he felt in his heart.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Song Yi with empty eyes, her face expressionless.

Song Yi saw the expression on Su Xiaoxiao's face as if she had lost her soul. He didn't want to stay here any longer.

"Stay here." Song Yi said lightly, leaving behind Su Xiaoxiao, who was still standing in her original spot with a lost look on her face.

Su Xiaoxiao sat in the room in a daze as her heart was filled with despair.

At this moment, she no longer had any thoughts of escaping. All that was left was despair.

Since Qin Jue was dead, what was the point of her living …

Su Xiaoxiao thought in despair as two streams of tears flowed down her face.

"Qin Wang, I've let you down …" Su Xiaoxiao mumbled.

If she had trusted Qin Guan more, all of this wouldn't have happened …

The matter from two years ago was not Qin Guan's fault.

What happened now was not Qin Guan's fault.

"I have reaped what I sowed …" Su Xiaoxiao said bitterly.

Only now did she finally understand how much pain she felt when Qin Guan lost her.

If she was given another chance, she definitely wouldn't be separated from Qin Guan again.

Unfortunately, there was no such thing as' if '.

A long time had passed, and Su Xiaoxiao was still sitting blankly on the spot.

Her heart was already dead, without a single trace of life.

Su Xiaoxiao surveyed her surroundings with empty eyes as her gaze landed on the bowl on the table.

She slowly moved to the table and stared at the white porcelain bowl.

Suddenly she smiled, her face filled with despair.

"Pa …" With a crisp sound, the porcelain bowl was shattered into pieces.

Su Xiaoxiao sat down on the ground and picked up a piece of debris as she stared at it blankly.

After the Qin passed, if there was an afterlife …

If there was an afterlife, it would not be unworthy of Tathagata.

Let me bear all that has happened in this life.

I'm sorry...

Su Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, and her hand that was holding the broken shard began to tremble.

After a long while, she picked up the shard and slashed at it with her left hand.

Immediately, blood poured out, forming a sharp contrast on the white floor tiles.

Su Xiaoxiao stared blankly at the endless blood flow on her wrist, and her head felt a little dizzy.

Can I go see Qin Guan …

Su Xiaoxiao's face became paler and paler. She felt as if all the strength in her body had been sucked out.

She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep.

After the Qin, I came to find you.

Song Yi walked out of Su Xiaoxiao's house and stopped a car to leave.

What he did not see was that Ye Cheng was watching everything from a corner of the wall.

Ye Cheng had been squatting beside Su Xiaoxiao's house for several days, but he had no choice but to go to Su Xiaoxiao's house almost every day.

Finally, he had found an opportunity. Ye Cheng decided to bring Su Xiaoxiao out today.

The moment Song Yi left, Ye Cheng sneaked into Su Xiaoxiao's house.

Ye Cheng watched the numbers in the elevator uneasily. He did not know what was going on with Su Xiaoxiao.

"Ding."

With a crisp sound, the elevator reached the floor where Su Xiaoxiao's house was.

The moment the elevator stopped, Ye Cheng rushed out and rushed towards the door of Su Xiaoxiao's house.

What entered Ye Cheng's line of sight was a huge lock on Su Xiaoxiao's front door. Ye Cheng used his hand to pull on it, and the lock tightened without a single gap.

It seemed that what Ye Feilan said was true. Song Yi had indeed imprisoned Su Xiaoxiao at home.

Seeing that he was unable to unlock the door, Ye Cheng immediately knocked on the door.

"Small... Are you there? " Ye Cheng slammed on the door, but there was no sound from the room at all.

"Little! "I am Ye Cheng." Ye Cheng shouted, but still did not receive a response.

A bad premonition rose in Ye Cheng's heart. He was sure that Su Xiaoxiao was at home.

Su Xiaoxiao, something might have happened to her.

"Su Xiaoxiao!" Ye Cheng could not see anything through the peephole.

Just as he was about to give up, he saw traces of blood in an inconspicuous corner of the peephole.

"This is bad!" Ye Cheng's heart sank as a bad premonition grew stronger in his heart.

He could not imagine what was going on behind the door.

Ye Cheng pulled on the lock, but it did not budge in the slightest.

Ye Cheng looked around and saw a red fire escape cabinet not far away.

He hurried over and opened the fire cabinet. Inside was an ax.

Ye Cheng did not hesitate and took out his axe, walking towards Su Xiaoxiao's house.

Ye Cheng looked at the black lock on the door handle, clenched his teeth, and smashed the door with his axe.

The black lock did not budge in the slightest, and only a faint white mark appeared on the surface of the lock.

"Damn it!" Ye Cheng cursed as his hands continued smashing downwards.

A series of loud sounds rang out from the staircase. Ye Cheng had used almost all of his strength, but the lock still did not have much of a reaction.

"F * ck!" Ye Cheng, who had always been gentle, swore at this moment. He had already mentally paid his respects to Song Yi for his eighteen generations of ancestors.

Ye Cheng's heart was filled with rage, but his hands did not stop moving. He continued to smash the lock.

Ye Cheng's forehead was covered in sweat, and his veins were popping out.

His face was as pale as paper from the strain, and the web of his mouth had split open.

But he couldn't stop. He couldn't imagine what the consequences would be.

Ye Cheng mechanically repeated the movements of his hands over and over again.

"Clang!"

After an unknown period of time, along with the sound of the door lock dropping, Ye Cheng finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Unable to rest, he gasped for breath as he pushed open the door.

The moment Ye Cheng entered the room, he immediately looked for Su Xiaoxiao. When his gaze landed on a certain part of the house, his entire face changed.

Su Xiaoxiao lay on the ground like a broken butterfly.