"A-Ashes?"
Ye Xinping clenched her fists subconsciously and her body even started to tremble slightly. Her already pale face immediately turned as pale as paper.
"No, no, no, impossible, impossible! My Brother Zixuan wouldn't be dead. No, no!
"Master, you must be mistaken. Right, there must be something wrong.
"Master, I'm begging you. I'm begging you. Zixuan wouldn't be dead. He's definitely not dead. Please save Zixuan. Master, I'm begging you to save Zixuan!"
Facing such a cruel truth, Ye Xinping couldn't and wasn't willing to accept it.
Lu Zijia sighed silently. "Feng Zixuan is already dead. He died three years ago, so he didn't abandon you or betray you.
"If you want to find his skeleton, I can give you a location."
Lu Zijia didn't tell Ye Xinping that Feng Zixuan, who came back from a business trip three years ago, was a skinless ghost with his skin.
