It was midnight now, and Shangguan Qianyu could only blur the sight of things in front of him. The room was burned thoroughly and the temperature was extremely high. He rushed in soaked and his clothes were quickly steamed.

If he hadn't had his deep internal strength and had to keep his breath, such thick smoke would have fainted on the ground if he took a few breaths.

He thought to himself, even the big Huo Yan Qingrui didn't run out, could it be that she had fainted from the smoke in her sleep? That's why she couldn't run out?

He ran quickly to the bed.

There was indeed someone on the bed, but Shangguan Qianyu's heart suddenly sank. The fire seemed to be burning from the bed. The tent and quilt were burned to black and gray. The people on the bed did not move, and a dagger was inserted in front of her chest.

A dagger!

Shangguan Qianyu's eyes stared at the dagger tightly, and he felt a rumbling sound in his mind. Everything in the world seemed to no longer exist.

His eyes were blood red, only staring at the dagger.

If a person is just fainted, there is still a glimmer of hope. However, when a dagger passes through his chest, the person must have died so much that he cannot die again. What hope is there?

She died?

She died?

Yan Qingrui, are you actually dead?

He originally thought that the fire was too strange. Even if the heavenly stems were impatient and the water and fire were ruthless, how could it suddenly catch fire?

He still held hope in his heart. How could such a smart person be burned to death by a fire? She must have run out. Maybe she will appear in front of him tomorrow, with a smile that is still ridiculous, a shallow look, a clear eyes, and a calm expression under such a stunning face...

But now, everything you see is clear.

Someone killed her and destroyed her corpse, so she set off such a fire.

The body on the bed was burned beyond recognition, but the fabric in the fire was vaguely visible, and it was a dress.

She was killed by someone silently while sleeping, or even in her dreams.

Shangguan Qianyu stood there blankly, the roof beams were already shaking, and broken beams and tiles fell around them, and one of them rubbed across his shoulders. A piece of clothes was cut open and blood stained his sleeves.

But he was unaware of it.

His heart was empty, and he felt that the whole world was empty.

He couldn't even feel the danger around him, nor how the high humidity and heat in the room were scorching him. He was just thinking repeatedly in his heart: How could she be dead? How could she be dead? How could it be?

Her appearance kept popping up in his mind, she was smiling, her lips curled up with a faint slight ridicule.

She sat on the swing, like a man in a painting, with clean eyes, as if she was not as good as the world.

She can grill fish. In front of the grilled fish rack by Bibo Lake, she looked indifferent and had a lively look.

The sound of piano kept popping up in his ears. It was melodious and clear, empty and distant, lingering in his dreams, lingering in his memory, and lingering in his most difficult, hopeless, lonely and helpless days.

The sound is in the ears.

But, is she the body lying on the bed?

Could it be that such a vivid, proud, and shallow woman is the body she saw in front of her?

No, no, how is it possible, no, absolutely not!
Chapter completed!