Looking at the ruins destroyed by fire, Lin Fuying immediately realized.
That little slut, Chu Nanli, must have been burned to death.
She had finally removed a lingering concern from her heart.
Looking at Brother Yunting, he seemed to be grieving for her.
Lin Fuying had always felt that Ye Yunting cared about Chu Nanli.
Watching him distressed over Chu Nanli, a flicker of jealousy passed through Lin Fuying's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
So what if he cared about Chu Nanli? Chu Nanli was already dead!
"Brother Yunting, please restrain your grief. I believe sister would also not wish to see you so heartbroken..."
She gently wrapped her arms around Ye Yunting from behind, only to be promptly shaken off.
"Chu Nanli cannot possibly be dead!"
He stared intently at Lin Fuying, his eyes terrifyingly dark.
Lin Fuying was taken aback, but she quickly ran to the forefront of the ruins and started to cry softly.