"Since then, I always regarded Ruan Feifei as my savior. Until today, I found out that Ruan Feifei is not my savior; she's part of the criminals. She knew all about the evil you and Yang Shaotong were involved in!"
"No! No! This isn't true, this isn't true!" Yang Zhaoqin shook her head frantically, "You're lying! Feifei wouldn't do such a thing; Shaotong wasn't killed by Feifei! You're lying! You're lying!"
She couldn't accept this fact.
She loved Yang Shaotong.
She had known Yang Shaotong since childhood.
Yang Shaotong was the only man she ever loved in her life.
When Yang Shaotong died, she was still young. But for so many years, she kept him close in her heart, never considering remarriage.
She couldn't forget Yang Shaotong.
Now, this man named Zhan Jinchuan was telling her that the man she loved the most was killed by her daughter.
How could she accept this?
