"Impossible, impossible…"
Ye Xingyao's hands trembled as he watched the news in the living room with bloodshot eyes.
Li Lizhu lowered her eyelashes to hide the smugness and viciousness in her eyes. She smiled calmly.
She deliberately turned on the television to let Ye Xingyao know that that woman was gone.
He no longer needed to pine for that woman.
From now on, Ye Xingyao would definitely turn his eyes to her and realize how good she was.
She stood up and walked over to Ye Xingyao as she watched the news on the television with a sad face.
"How could An'an have died in an accident?"
She choked on her tears.
"How did this happen?"
"Didn't she say she was doing well?"
"Why is she in a psychiatric hospital?"
"Why did she die in an accident after escaping from the psychiatric hospital?"
"All these years, she told me that she was doing well. Has she been comforting me all along?"