Meeting him seemed to be the beginning of Ye Nuan's disaster.

Without him, why would Nanxing have set his sights on Ye Nuan?

Without him, perhaps Ye Nuan could have passed the civil service exam after graduation and become the teacher she wanted. She is so intelligent and has such good grades; she could have escaped the shadow of her family of origin on her own. Perhaps in the future, she could have met someone she loves and spent her life with him, which would have been better than the current ending.

The two of them burned paper money while muttering to themselves.

Yang Fan: "Miss Ye, it's my fault for not visiting you for so many years. We won't do it again. We'll come more often and keep you company."

After speaking, Yang Fan took out the judgment and handed it to Duan Ye.

"You tell her."

Duan Ye's hand trembled slightly as he held the judgment, but in the end, the flames completely engulfed it.

"If you have a spirit in heaven, can you rest in peace now?" Duan Ye choked up, unable to speak.

Yang Fan couldn't control himself any longer, stood up, and turned away to wipe his tears.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

Duan Ye's hair was gently stroked.

Perhaps the sand and dust stung his eyes, for Duan Ye couldn't help but feel his eyes well up with tears.

"Don't meet me again in the next life."

"Also, find a good family to marry into, so that it's warm and cozy."

As darkness approached, the two finally packed their things and descended the mountain along the path.

By the time they reached the bottom of the mountain, it was completely dark. When Duan Ye looked back, the mountain was shrouded in darkness. It turned out that fate had already prepared a door between them, a door called life and death, separating the living and the dead.

"Let's go, Duan Ye."

Duan Ye: "Hmm, where are we going later?"

"Going home? My wife prepared my favorite pickled fish. What about you?"

Duan Ye: "I'm going to pick up my wife and kids to go home together."

Yang Fan laughed heartily: "That's great."