"A fire?" Qiao Mo froze for a moment, instinctively thinking of the photographs she received on the day of her engagement banquet.
She remembered clearly, some of them seemed to show a raging fire. The blazing flames were adjusted to a color that made her extremely uncomfortable.
Qiao Yin nodded slightly, "Yes, there was a fire in the warehouse at home back then. I haven't seen her since that day, so I've always suspected she might have died in the blaze."
Qiao Yin's tone carried a hint of coldness and contempt, without much emotion. It seemed to be just an offhanded joke or a guess from her.
But Qiao Mo didn't take it as a joke, because she remembered clearly that when she searched for information online last night, it said that Qiao Yun suffered burns, and she was currently undergoing many burn-related surgeries.
If that were true, then it seemed Qiao Yin wasn't wrong.
Indeed, she was injured in the fire back then.
