Li Qingluo's face turned pale instantly.

She quickly got up and wanted to go back to her room.

However, as soon as I reached the door, my heart started to feel so anxious that I could hardly bear it.

After taking two more steps, his legs went limp and he sat down completely on the ground.

"Luo'er——"

*

At this moment, in a small village hundreds of miles away.

The fire in the cowshed burned fiercely, becoming more and more intense, until no one dared to go near it.

Everyone in the other rooms ran out.

Even the real owner of the farm came back.

After seeing this scene, they slapped their thighs and rushed forward into the bullpen while suppressing their panic.

But the first ox they dragged out of the cowshed was the old yellow ox.

When they wanted to save someone again, no one was willing to go in and take the risk.

After all, they were all unrelated criminals.

It's not worth it to sacrifice your life for these prisoners.

Even the police could only sigh with their hands on their hips.

Shaking the head means there is no hope.

When Sha Shi and the others arrived, they only saw Li Chaojing, who had run to lie under a big tree outside the cowshed because of his naughty nature.

He was still fast asleep.

Not affected at all by these noisy or even tragic sounds.

As for the other three people in the fire...

It's too late to save him.

The screams from the fire became more and more shrill.

"Help--"

"ah--"

“It hurts, it hurts—”

"Liu Cao'er, you lunatic!!"

“Even if I become a ghost, I won’t let you go—Ah!!”

"Mother, don't you love me the most? Zhu'er is in pain too... hehe!!"

"Ha ha……"

"Hahaha……"

"Li Kechuan, you ruined me. I also ruined you..."

"We don't owe each other anything anymore!"

"Ha ha……"

"Luo'er—Mother is sorry for you..."

"sorry……"

Another sigh, no longer audible.

The voice gradually faded away.

The fire was crackling and burning, and two other houses next to it were also affected by the fire.

The farmer and his family sat on the ground, slapping their legs and crying loudly.

Even people from the second and third rooms came running over.

They looked at the flames rising into the sky with horror in their eyes.

"It's my sister-in-law and Chuan'er..."

"And that Liu Cao'er!"

"The three of them actually..."

"The first wife is finished, the first wife is really finished now!"

Now that the person is gone, doesn’t that mean the house is ruined?

The second and third rooms were also feeling unhappy at the moment. After all, they were all related by blood.

Soon, the sky gradually brightened.

Li Qingluo, who was far away in Yangzhou, suddenly collapsed without any warning.

In a trance, Li Qingluo seemed to hear Duan Rongshi's voice.

She struggled to support herself on the ground and looked back.

At dawn, the courtyard door was pushed open heavily.

Duan Rongshi, dressed in frosty white, rushed in.

Li Qingluo opened his mouth to speak, but found that he had no strength in his throat.

She shook her head vigorously.

I felt the same suffocating feeling as when I was on the verge of death in my previous life.

She gasped for air and clutched her chest.

By the time Duan Rongshi held her in his arms, she was completely unable to move.

"Luo'er!"

"Luo'er?"

"Luo'er, I'm here."

"Look at me—"

Duan Rongshi grabbed Li Qingluo's hand and touched his face.

"It's my fault."

"It's my fault. Everything is wrong."

"I shouldn't have been so selfish as to make you give in again and again."

"I shouldn't have kept it from you. I wanted to wait until it was over before telling you the truth."

"You hit me, you hit this king——"

He grabbed her hand and slammed it in his face.

However, even with the crisp sound of "snap", her palm no longer felt any pain.

That’s not all.

Even though her limp hand was held by him at this moment, it just hung there helplessly.

Duan Rongshi looked at this scene, and for some reason, an extremely strong panic suddenly spread in his heart.

At this moment, his face was filled with fear that he had not seen since the death of his mother, Zong Zheng Qingyue.

Even if the mountains and rivers collapse, he is never afraid.

Even if Emperor Yan wanted to kill his own son, he was not really afraid in his heart.

Everything in the world has become insignificant to him since he was six years old.

He has only one obsession in life.

Find out the truth about the death of my mother.

To avenge my mother.

Let all those who have harmed my mother suffer unbearable pain.

The six-year-old boy stood in the dark inner courtyard of the palace, looking up at the sky with nothing in his hands.

There is only the cold wind that I can't catch no matter how hard I try.

He has come to where he is today, through trial and error, enduring and lying dormant...

To be alive is just to be alive.

I have never known what other tastes there are in life besides endless darkness.

Happy, cheerful, happy, sad... He never experienced all the complicated emotions in the world again.

Until she barged into his life.

At the foot of Qingsong Mountain, I saw her eyes, which were as bright as stars on her inconspicuous face.

It has been deeply etched in his mind ever since.

In the Qinhuai River, she was soaking in the water in a miserable state, but her tenacity in struggling to survive caused a slight ripple and surprise in his usually dead heart.

Later the charity cemetery.

On the snow-covered cliff.

She impressed him time and time again, and as they got to know each other better, she quietly touched his heart, which had long been frozen.

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