"Cousin!"
Murong Xiaoyi quickly supported Luo Qingcheng, pressing a few times on her philtrum.
"Cough cough cough!"
Luo Qingcheng coughed violently.
She opened her misty eyes, trembling, and grabbed her cousin's hand, saying,
"Xiaoyi! Tell me, I must have been dreaming just now, right?"
"Everything I saw was fake, right?"
"Xiaobei won't die, he won't die, right?"
"Cousin, you, please stop talking—"
Murong Xiaoyi pursed her lips.
Although she is a lesbian and extremely dislikes men, Chen Xiaobei is an exception.
Especially after so many things happened, Murong Xiaoyi's impression of Chen Xiaobei has changed significantly, and she has started to have feelings for him.
But who would have thought, Chen Xiaobei actually died?!
Thinking of this, Murong Xiaoyi felt dizzy and her nose turned sour, making her want to cry.
But clearly, she couldn't cry, right?
After all, she was the only one relatively calm at the scene.
