Feng Ling spoke hoarsely and tentatively.

The next moment, Qing Yue chuckled, as if she thought his question was a bit childish and ridiculous. "It can't be mine."

She refused so straightforwardly and didn't notice Feng Ling's abnormality at all.

"Four years ago, A Ling, I was still the eldest daughter of the Qing family, Chu Yan's fiancée, and the person I loved was him. Even if I had seen you poisoned, I would not have sacrificed myself to save you, because I will never betray my lover. Just like now, I have fallen in love with you and want to be with you. Then, in my heart and eyes, there will be only you, no one else, and I will never betray you."

She was born into a military family, and she has integrity, loyalty and a firm sense of belief in her bones. She will stick to what she believes in.

She was telling the truth, but it was also a different kind of confession.

She just treated it as an assumption and told Feng Ling her answer.

But the confession was now, at this moment, with her in his arms.

If Feng Ling didn't know the truth about the teahouse, she would have been so happy and excited at this moment, but now she felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife.

It was indeed as Chu Yan said, the tragedy between her and him was caused by him.

Feng Ling's heart was torn apart by pain, and her vision was blurred by tears.

Yes! How dare he tell what happened that night? How dare he?

"A Ling, everyone has a past, and everyone deserves to be forgiven. I have already let go of the matter between you and Qin Ningyue."

Qingyue said softly again.

They were both going to get married and be together for real. Life was hard, and her life was even shorter, so they had to express their love clearly and not let it become a grudge between them.

But when these words fell into Feng Ling's ears, it seemed as if they gave him a beacon of hope in his despair. The past was worth forgiving, but was he worthy of it?

"Yue'er..."

He called her name hoarsely.

"Um?"

Qing Yue wanted to raise her head, but Feng Ling wouldn't allow her. He pressed her head against his chest with his left hand. He finally spoke tentatively, "Yue'er, do you hate that person... from four years ago?"

The one who took away your innocence.

Qing Yue paused, her eyelashes trembling suddenly. In fact, her mind went blank for a moment. Who was that person that Ah Ling was talking about? Qing Yunyao, the foreigner, or... that beggar?

"hatred."

Feng Ling's heart was in his throat, the bayonet hanging there, waiting for the final judgment.

Finally, after Qingyue's long silence, she said a word.

--hatred.

Qing Yue only thought that the reason Feng Ling asked this question was that he hated the person who poisoned him and assassinated him, causing him to be poisoned and have that night with Qin Ningyue.

She didn't think much of it.

So she was also answering her attitude towards that incident.

"I hate, I hate Qing Yunyao, I hate Gui Lao, I hate... that person. They all deserved to die. Gui Lao fell off a cliff, Qing Yunyao was imprisoned and executed in the autumn, and that person... died that year, but I still resent them. The premise for me to reconcile with the past is that they all have to pay the price for what they did and deserve to die. I can't live with them as long as any of them are still alive."

The butcher knife finally fell, beheading his soul.

After despair, there is the abyss of hell.

That person, Yue'er was referring to the beggar from that year, the beggar she thought was arranged by Qing Yunyao, but she only found out today that it was him.

Between him and Yue'er, there is endless pain and deep hatred.

Only by dying with this life can he repay Yue'er for all the suffering she has endured.

His tears wet his cheeks, falling drop by drop.

"A Ling?"

Although Feng Ling tried his best to endure it, Qing Yue could still hear the abnormality in his breathing and the sobbing sound. She was frightened and wanted to raise her head, but was held down by Feng Ling.

Yue'er, don't look at him. Don't look at his disheartened expression.

One day, he will return this life to Yue'er.

"It's okay, it just hurts."

My heart still hurts and my soul is trembling. The thought that I am going to lose you forever makes me feel worse than death.

If I had never had this relationship before, perhaps I would not be so hurt, but because I had it and now it is being torn away from me, it is even more unbearable.

"Chu Yan was too cruel. I'll apply ointment on you when we get back. It won't hurt soon."

Qing Yue said with heartache.

She just thought Feng Ling was talking about the pain in the wound.

But he didn't know that his heart was aching.

They soon arrived at Prince Yu's mansion, and everyone in the mansion was shocked to see Feng Ling in such a state.

Qing Yue immediately gave orders to boil water and prepare dinner, then took Feng Ling directly to her small medicine shop.

No, it’s the big pharmacy.

After a fire burned down her small medicine house, Feng Ling rebuilt it for her and connected all six rooms, giving her the entire yard to use. When she saw it, she was extremely happy.

There was everything in the pharmacy. Qing Yue immediately arranged Feng Ling to sit on the small couch and turned around to look for ointment.

Looking at his beloved one busying around, Feng Ling closed his eyes in pain, but opened them the next moment, staring at the figure in front of him without blinking, as if every glance would be one less.

Qing Yue took the ointment and sat back next to Feng Ling. She could see that Feng Ling was in a bad mood and looked very depressed.

I guessed that Chu Yan must have said something today that made A Ling sad.

She raised her hand, opened the ointment, dug out the light green plaster, and said, "A Ling, this is the magic grass, it reduces swelling and relieves pain. Although it feels a little sticky and doesn't look nice, the swelling on your face will definitely be gone by tomorrow morning, and the bruises will be gone within three days. It will definitely not affect your wedding, and you will still remain as handsome as ever!"

When Qingyue smiled, her eyebrows were curved, and there seemed to be stars shining in her eyes, gentle and full of love.

Feng Ling could tell that Yue'er was deliberately trying to make him happy.

He felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

"Um."

He nodded.

Qing Yue raised her chin and applied ointment to the bruises on his face little by little.

Occasionally, she would pout and blow gently on him, as if she was afraid of hurting him. She looked so serious, as if she was comforting him like a child, but how could he be so fragile? It was just that she loved him.

Her lips were rosy red and her cheeks were rosy. In the past, he would have been unable to control himself and would have pressed her into his arms and kissed her tender and tempting lips fiercely.

But now, he didn't dare.

"alright."

After a while, Qing Yue withdrew her hand and looked at Feng Ling in front of her. She couldn't help laughing.

Feng Ling is extremely handsome, but with the green plaster on one side of his face, he looks a little funny, while the other side of his face is as beautiful as a jade tree, full of grace and elegance. They are truly two absolute extremes.

As far as I can remember, the last time I saw A Ling in such a miserable state was during the fire.

His legs and feet were not very strong at that time, but he could just stand up. Every time he stood up, he had to endure the pain that gnawed at his bones. He needed to slowly recover and adapt. But that night when she was trapped by the fire, he rushed in to save her regardless of everything.

Amidst the flames, she heard the sound of her heart beating.

He is her salvation.

"Well, I was planning on detoxifying you from the Seven Star Begonia poison tonight, but with your injured arm and your face looking like this, it looks like I'll have to postpone it."

"I don't understand..."