Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Amidst the firelight and smoke, Qin Xin deeply gazed at the man before her.

He hoped she could become Lan Qingxin from now on, for her safety.

He didn’t question her motives, didn’t doubt her identity, only patiently offered her advice for the future.

This magnanimous composure made her shudder.

In comparison, her doubts about him seemed much more wary.

”Then you won’t search for Lan Qingxin anymore?” she asked knowingly.

He calmly responded, ”Far away in the sky, right here in front, no need to search.”

Neither of them pierced through this fact.

But invisibly exchanged a knowing glance.

Qin Xin’s long lashes fluttered, her mouth opened and closed again.

She realized that even if he truly questioned her, she couldn’t explain her soul’s rebirth, and since he didn’t ask, she decided not to explain.

Seeing her acquiesce to his suggestion, the man finally let out a relieved sigh, unable to resist holding her tighter, his chin gently rubbing against her hairline—

”My little wife, sometimes, let me have a chance to take care of you, okay?”

Qin Xin’s eyes slightly brimmed with tears.

Her small mouth moved, yet she responded with a faint tone, ”You should hurry up and sign.”

Nalan Ye Jue’s heart tightened suddenly!

What? The little wife still wants to divorce him?

She hasn’t forgiven him, unwilling to understand him?

Feeling the pressure from the man’s tightening embrace, Qin Xin’s lips curled slightly, ”After all, I’m going to be your sister, you can’t wed your sister.”

Nalan Ye Jue: ”...”

This damn identity!

He didn’t dig a ditch for Si Moyu, but seems like he accidentally buried himself.

Fortunately, Qin Xin didn’t continue teasing him, instead, she worriedly gazed towards where Xiangxiang had detonated herself, in the flames.

There, the firefighting robot he dispatched for assistance was continuously cooling her down with refrigerants, covering Xiangxiang’s body with ice, and bringing her out.

Nalan Ye Jue couldn’t bear to let her witness too gruesome a scene, fearing it would leave a psychological shadow: ”Wait for the mortician to apply some makeup, then we...”

But, Qin Xin couldn’t help breaking free from his embrace, she walked up: ”I’ve seen corpses from various causes of death, I have that level of psychological endurance.”

Nalan Ye Jue didn’t stop her but silently maneuvered his wheelchair to follow closely, shielding her from the occasional sparks from the burning vehicles.

Qin Xin stepped forward, seeing Xiangxiang still intact under the robot’s protection.

Yet the extent of her burns was still shocking.

Especially at the heart’s location, a bloody hole, though surrounded by ice, continued to bleed.

Qin Xin closed her eyes, gently reached out, holding Xiangxiang’s somewhat intact hand.

”I’m sorry, I wrongly accused you...”

She softly said.

Her other hand took a small Dongju from her bag, pinned it onto Xiangxiang’s tattered clothes.

The pale yellow petals seemed imbued with deep sorrow, resting on Xiangxiang’s body, as if taking Qin Xin’s place in bidding farewell to Xiangxiang.

Suddenly!

Qin Xin’s fingertips trembled.

She abruptly widened her eyes, staring at Xiangxiang’s hand.

Where her fingers clasped Xiangxiang’s hand, she felt a faint pulse.

”She’s still savable. Her fingertips are moving.” Qin Xin held her breath, her voice trembling, afraid to raise it and disturb the nearing soul.

Nalan Ye Jue watched her somberly, ”Little fool, you’re a medical student, you know that human terminal nerves can continue to work for some time even after the heart stops. Her fingers, should merely be the final struggle of terminal nerves.”