When Li Qiuxiang heard that Li Xiaoran's surname was also Li, she revealed a surprised expression.
"In that case, we're really fated!"
Li Xiaoran nodded and brought over the hot water from the kettle before pouring it into the wooden basin.
Li Qiuxiang took out her handkerchief and put it into the water, then twisted it. Then, she wiped her face.
While accompanying her, Li Xiaoran couldn't help but ask.
"What happened to make you lose your mind?"
Li Qiuxiang smiled bitterly when she heard Li Xiaoran's words.
"Actually, the person I wanted to die with was my husband!"
Li Xiaoran was shocked.
"Why?"
Li Qiuxiang smiled bitterly, then wrung out the handkerchief in her hand. As she wiped her hands, she began to complain.
