In the cemetery, Qin Yuji, visibly overwhelmed, steadied herself against the tombstone and sank to the ground. The torment etched on her face was indescribable, and Lin Xixi broke into a smug smile.
Checking the time on her phone, Lin Xixi smiled as she looked at Qin Yuji. "It's been half an hour now. Looks like you're going to lose."
"He will come…"
Qin Yuji gazed out into the distance. Though the horizon stretched empty, she was convinced Chi Jingxuan would come.
Just as she was thinking this, the phone in Lin Xixi's hand rang.
Glancing at the number, Lin Xixi answered and switched it to speaker.
The voice on the other end came through sharply and unmistakably.
"Ms. Lin, I'm afraid Young Master Chi won't be making it. Just now, on Jingnan Avenue, his Maybach collided with a runaway dump truck that had brake failure. The ambulance has already arrived at the scene and taken the critically injured driver to the hospital."
Maybach, dump truck, critically injured driver…
