Qiao An and Huo Xiaoran looked at each other. The two of them were a little apprehensive and afraid that they would stab Huo Zhou's heart.
In the end, Qiao An mustered her courage and told him, "The real Sister Qianqian is already dead."
How could Huo Zhou accept this cruel blow? After all, he loved Qianqian wholeheartedly. In fact, because he could not forget Qianqian, he chose to die alone.
Qiao An sighed. "I know it's hard for you to believe this fact, but it's true. Sister Qianqian died six years ago."
Huo Zhou's tall and mighty body trembled. Although he was unwilling to accept this cruel truth, he noticed that Qiao An's voice was no longer mixed with coldness and alienation, but filled with respect and affection when she spoke about the dead Qianqian. His determination wavered.
"How did she die?" he asked.
