"Except for my aunt, everyone's dead…"
Liu Yueqi briefly fell into a daze.
Lin Feng's brow furrowed slightly. He found it somewhat hard to believe.
In his eyes, Liu Ruojiao, who had never seemed to change her mindset, was the one most likely to meet an unfortunate end.
After all, with her meek, submissive personality—completely obedient and subservient to Zhang Xuan—it would be difficult for her to survive in this post-apocalyptic world of collapsed order.
What surprised Lin Feng even more was that Zhang Xuan, that refined egoist and highly-educated hypocrite, hadn't survived until now…
"What about her fiancé, Zhang Xuan?"
Lin Feng was a little curious about how he died, so he asked.
Hearing that name, a trace of resentment and venomous hatred surfaced on Liu Yueqi's somewhat downcast and sorrowful expression, and her tone became exceptionally cold:
"He's dead. I killed him with my own hands."
