"She is not dead!" Yan Huaijing's gaze landed coldly on Jing Wenyan's body before turning back to Wei Yuewu, anyone could see the tenderness in his eyes.

"You ... you really are willing to wash your hands of her." The huge contrast made Jing Wenyan almost unsteady on her feet, her hand holding onto the pillar at the side before she braced herself and muttered.

That rumor, she originally didn't believe it no matter what, she was more convinced that Yan Huaijing was willing to ...