Even though this scene had taken place long, long ago, Chang Qing still felt deeply distressed at this moment.
The distress was so intense it was as if he could hardly breathe. He clutched tightly at his clothes, for it was his fault that the young driver had forever left this world, while he survived by sheer luck, living a life worse than death.
Gu Qiaoqiao naturally understood what Chang Qing was thinking. She placed her hand on his shoulder, gently patting him, letting a thread of spiritual energy silently spread within his body. Though it served little purpose, something was better than nothing. She softly said, "Chang Qing, this is the slender hope we just spoke about."
Chang Qing raised his head to look at Gu Qiaoqiao in bewilderment. It was clearly a scene of one dead, one injured; how could this be a slender hope?
