“Ye Fan, he has left us after all.”
Ye Qingtian’s words were full of inexplicable sadness.
Noah was crying right then!
“You’re talking nonsense!”
“You’re talking nonsense!”
“Ye Fan is not dead.”
“Ye Fan is still alive.”
“Back then, Truman didn’t force him to death, and King Foluo and others couldn’t do anything to him.”
“I believe Ye Fan is not dead this time either.”
“He must be alive!”
“Will definitely be back someday in the future!”
Noah shouted stubbornly.
Never before had she been so sad as now.
She had always believed that Ye Fan was not dead before, but now Ye Qingtian’s words destroyed Nuo Ya’s belief that Ye Fan was alive.
Regarding the girl’s sadness, Ye Qingtian didn’t offer any comfort.
Why bother with consolation?
This world is so cruel!
Always learn to face it, a good lie is just a lie after all.
Ye Qingtian took a last look at the low anger behind him, and said goodbye to his old friend.
It’s just that I feel sorry for these young women in front of me.
One is more beautiful than the other, and the other is more beautiful than the other.
If it wasn’t for Ye Fan, they should have married into a wealthy family long ago, they would be rich and prosperous, they should have a husband and a child, and their lives should be very happy and complete.
But now, because of the same man, these women may only be accompanied by loneliness and memories for the rest of their lives.
As the saying goes, once you meet Ye Fan, you miss your whole life.
Ye Fan, Ye Fan, how many beauties will you live up to in this life?
With a sigh of emotion, Ye Qingtian turned around and walked away.
However, he has not gone far.
Ahead, a sudden wind blows.
The wind in the Himalayas should have been icy cold, but at this time the wind carried a faint fragrance.
Ye Qingtian looked up, and saw a beautiful figure standing on a high ground in front of him.