"No!"
Seeing this scene, Nanrong Wanqing couldn't help but exclaim, rushing towards Zhong Wei, who had fallen to the ground. However, before she could get close, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed her shoulder, rendering her immobile.
"Zhu Hong!" Nanrong Wanqing struggled a few times, but seeing she couldn't break free, she abruptly turned her head, staring straight into his eyes, her face as cold as frost, saying, "I told you, there's no going back for us. You are you, I am me, we're unrelated. And besides, I've been Ling Chen's woman this lifetime, and I'll never fall in love with anyone else. Please give up on this."
"Ling Chen?" Zhu Hong sneered dismissively, saying, "Wanqing, Ling Chen is already dead. Are you still pining for him?"
"Who told you he's dead?"
Zhu Hong's eyes brightened slightly, asking with a sly smile, "Are you saying... he's not dead?"
