"Mr. Lu has known Qingyu for seven years and should be most familiar with her. Let's let Mr. Lu identify the body." Gu Hanxing sat in a wheelchair, lowered his head, and said softly.

Lu Yanzhi raised his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled several times before he finally fixed his gaze on Song Qingyu's face.

Perhaps because it was soaked in sea water, Song Qingyu's face was slightly swollen, but... her eyebrows, nose, mouth... all told that she was Song Qingyu!

Lu Yanzhi's heart was shattered into pieces.

He paced with difficulty and came to Song Qingyu.

"Song Qingyu, you're lying to me, right? You're not dead at all! Right!"

As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed Song Qingyu's shoulders in a state of excitement, "Get up! Don't think you can escape legal punishment by lying here pretending to be dead! Song Qingyu, get up! Get up!"

"Enough!" Gu Hanxing pushed the wheelchair to Lu Yanzhi's side. He held Lu Yanzhi's arm and said in a sad tone, "Lu Yanzhi, Qingyu is dead. Can't you let her rest in peace for a moment?"

"She's not dead!" Lu Yanzhi gritted his teeth and refused to admit it, as if this meant that Song Qingyu was really not dead.

"She's dead, drowned in the sea..." Gu Hanxing slowly let go of Lu Yanzhi, "Mr. Lu, accept the reality."

Lu Yanzhi's lips trembled violently.

His eyes were red as he spoke word by word: "Song Qingyu is not dead! No!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils shrank and fell on Song Qingyu's collarbone.

Then, he sneered.

"Song Qingyu is not dead!"

This time, it was a firm tone.