Fan Qing and Zhang Kaiyang just lay on the bed quietly, as if they were asleep.
"Qingqing~"
"Qingqing~"
She and Ye Mianmian hurried forward to check on them, and their faces turned pale.
"Sister Yuan, how could this happen?"
Jhiang Yuan also swallowed hard, extended a finger, and placed it near their noses and mouths.
Seeing her stagger backward, Song Yi quickly stepped forward to support her.
In fact, there was no need to check; they knew the situation wasn't good.
Especially after seeing so many dead, the complexion could tell all.
There was no trace of life; it was truly gone.
But normal people don't come up with that term right away; when you're faced with it, you immediately understand.
"How could this happen?"
She murmured to herself, clearly not having expected it.
Fan Qing always had her own ideas; how could she have just gone so easily?
Song Yi reached out and patted her shoulder.
Now, he really didn't know what to say.
"My girl, look, there's a letter here."