Wen Meimei cursed fiercely, and then, belatedly realizing what she'd done, softened her tone and asked him, "Do you have news about Luo Liu?"
"If I say, he's already dead,"
"Impossible!" Wen Meimei sharply interrupted him, a defiant smile playing on her lips, "Luo Liu promised me he would never leave me alone, don't lie to me."
"Believe it or not, he's dead." Luo Liu insisted.
Even if this man were still alive, he was already dead—a person whose appearance had changed beyond recognition, no longer had any reason to show himself before her.
"You're lying to me..." Wen Meimei suddenly pouted, raising her hand to wipe away her unshed tears, belatedly realizing that her eyes were covered by something.
The tears soaked the gauze but didn't fall.
Perversely... Luo Liu heard her low sobbing, like a snapped string, striking directly at his heart.
He knew she believed him.
What a fool, she had never doubted a single word he said to her when he was Wild Crocodile these past two years.