Qin Anan wondered, if that woman wasn't dead, would that make her the other woman?
And if she *was* dead, was she just a replacement?
Either way, it was a bitter thought.
As Qin Anan’s mind drifted, Fu Sihan’s thoughts wandered elsewhere too.
“Qin Anan, tell me what you saw in Fu Yechen.” He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, his expression unreadable.
“I don’t like him anymore,” Qin Anan said, her
















