"There's also a part about her grandfather and grandmother," Shangguan Lin gave him the answer, his back turned.
What he didn't say was that there should also be something about Si Chenli, only they didn't know what it was. Sang Qiao had kept that part very secret, and he also deliberately didn't tell him.
If Mr. Si would thus let go of Sang Qiao, it would be a good thing for him.
"Is there nothing else?" Sang Siyang clearly knew he was not in Qiaoqiao's heart.
But to the moment of her death, she hadn't left anything for them, cutting his heart like a knife.
"There is nothing else."
After Shangguan Lin left, only these three words remained in Sang Siyang's head: there is nothing else…
Qiaoqiao left nothing for them.
What made him feel even worse was that Qiaoqiao didn't seek hope for treatment, and now he didn't know where she went; she wouldn't even let them see her for one last time.
