Of course, Qiao Mianmian didn't have any props for her performance.
So, the sword she picked up from the ground was air.
This was also a test of acting skills.
If she didn't perform well, it would be awkward.
But Qiao Mianmian's performance was very natural. Even though she had nothing in her hand, it felt like she was holding a sword.
"Father, Mother, Brother Shangguan, Yan'er doesn't want to be alone in this world. Forgive Yan'er for being weak. Yan'er misses you. Yan'er will look for you now. Father, Mother, Brother Shangguan, Yan'er is here."
The invisible sword stabbed into her heart.
At that moment, Qiao Mianmian's face turned pale.
It was as if a sword had stabbed into her heart.
She maintained the posture of sticking her sword in and moved her body little by little. Although her face was extremely pale, a blissful and satisfied smile appeared at the corner of her lips. "Father, Mother, Big Brother Shangguan, very soon… Yan'er will be able to meet you guys soon.
