"I'm sorry, whenever I think of that friend, I feel a bit uneasy."

As Qi Yuan spoke, there was a hint of nostalgia in his expression. He posed as if lost in memories and said softly:

"Her name was Liu Ruyan. We were once deeply in love, inseparable. But... alas, heaven is jealous of beauty, and she passed away at such a young age."

Seemingly moved by the sincerity in Qi Yuan's words, Xiao Yuenie couldn't help but feel a bit sympathetic. She spoke gently: