Watering the White Flowers Chapter 150

"The dead are gone, the living are still here..."

Emma Chen looked into Qiao Porong's amber eyes, murmured these words, and suddenly smiled bitterly.

"Pozhen, this world is so unfair. Ah Yue is such a good person, obviously such a good person..."

The graceful white magnolia was bent by the unbearable sadness.

Qiao Pocheng abruptly retracted his foot and winked at the maid who was holding an umbrella for Emma Chen. The look in his eyes was mixed with some harsh accusations, which was unlike the gentle, elegant and good-tempered associate professor of Chinese that A had described.