Lu Qingyi stood in her place, chatting with Xu Boyan on her phone, and did not see Lu Jiayue walking towards her.
"Lu Qingyi."
Lu Jiayue didn't hold back, her voice sounded blunt and immensely cold as she called Lu Qingyi's name.
Lu Qingyi looked up, her eyes met Lu Jiayue's.
"What guts you have to show up?"
Lu Jiayue spoke directly and bluntly, her voice filled with suppressed anger.
She blamed everything on Lu Qingyi.
"To spectate your debacle."
Lu Qingyi spoke indifferently, her phone in her pocket now, her casual words so cold they could frost over.
Her whole demeanor seemed totally nonchalant.
"You...."
Lu Jiayue pointed at Lu Qingyi.
Lu Qingyi glanced over Lu Jiayue's hand, then walked straight past her towards Yao Meishu.
"Qingyi...."
Lu Yao saw Lu Qingyi coming and called out.
Lu Qingyi didn't respond to Lu Yao. She looked at Yao Meishu lying still inside her coffin.
So beautiful, so serene.