When Xie Yuqing heard that it was about Yan Shuanghua, the hand that was holding the teacup trembled.
For the past year, he could not bear to hear the name 'Yan Shuanghua'. As long as he heard it, his heart would ache.
His heart had become numb and cold. However, the name Yan Shuanghua was the only thing that made him feel alive.
If Xiaye Jiao had not asked to see him, he would have almost forgotten that there was such a person in the residence.
"I didn't expect that she would still be able to persist and live until now."
Xie Yuqing didn't care about Xia yejiao at all. The reason why he didn't kill her back then wasn't because he couldn't do it, but because he hadn't figured out what happened to that night's illusion spring powder.
He just didn't expect her to want to talk about Shuanghua.
Shuanghua, Shuanghua, as long as she said these two words, Xie Yuqing's heart would ache.
He clutched his chest and coughed a few times.
