She loved him so much, she couldn't bear to see him sad.
She loved him so much, she couldn't possibly let him marry someone else.
But three years had passed.
She never appeared.
So much could be accomplished in three years.
For example, tirelessly studying and imitating a person was not impossible.
Shi Lingyan really wanted to confront Ye Tiao to ask if she was truly Tang Wu.
But as the words came to his lips, he felt utterly foolish.
Tang Wu was dead.
Three years ago, he had personally witnessed her body being cremated.
He had repeatedly scrutinized every lethal wound on her body.
Her body had suffered massive comminuted fractures, her major neck artery had been pierced, and she had died from massive blood loss despite resuscitation attempts.
Only her face remained intact and undamaged.
How could it then be the Senior Sister, whose face bore many scars?
Impossible.
Shi Lingyan gave Ye Tiao one last deep look, then spun on his heels and strode away swiftly.
