Gu Qiqi’s heart tightened as she carefully unfolded the rice paper to take a look.
However, the entire piece of paper was blank. There were no last words. There was only a drop of irregular ink and a shallow water mark.
It could also be tear marks..
Gu Qiqi lowered her eyes as her heart began to ache again.
It was almost impossible to imagine how Chu Junmo felt when she sat alone at home on the last night of her life and unfolded the rice paper.
Gong Jue stood behind her and glanced at the rice paper.
He thought to himself, ‘did that old Fox Chu Junmo lose control of her hands before she died? She couldn’t even hold her pen and was trembling.’? She wanted to write, but she couldn’t. In the end, she even rubbed her nose on the paper... she pretended to be pretentious all her life, but in the end, she couldn’t hold it in anymore, right? ‘she has returned to her ordinary appearance, HMPH!’!
