Time passes quietly and silently, bit by bit, drop by drop, and it is so peaceful that even the sound of breathing can be heard.

Her breathing was light, and her chest rose and fell gently. She looked so weak that it seemed as if she would be blown away by the wind if she was gently poked by the hand...

He sat down in front of the bed.

He hoped she would wake up, open her eyes, and look at him with bright and powerful eyes like before.

But he was afraid...

Afraid to face her.

He was afraid of seeing her hateful look at him, and even more afraid of not knowing how to tell her...

Jing Yi lowered his head in pain, his eyes full of bitterness:

"What should I do... What have I done to get to this point? I feel so confused and lost. I suddenly don't know what I want, what I want to do, what I should do, what is right, what is wrong, I suddenly feel like I have lost my direction..."

For the first time in more than twenty years, I feel lost.

When he was young, he was hunted by those people, but he survived.

He also survived when Zhang Fei died.

But now, the two words "Yun Ying" were like a heavy mountain pressing on his shoulders, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Feng Ran stood aside and pursed her lips.

Things have come to this point, there is no point in saying more. Instead of avoiding fear, just find the best way to deal with it.

a long time.

He spoke:

"Yun Ying is someone close to the young lady, and her character is trustworthy. Are you sure she killed Zhang Fei?"

He added:

"Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Jing Yi was stunned: "I..."

That day, he saw Yunying's bamboo flute broken into two pieces next to Zhang Fei's bloody body, and he was sure that Yunying was involved in this matter.

If I were to say what I saw with my own eyes...

He certainly didn't see it.

Feng Ran patted his shoulder and said meaningfully:

"Jing Yi, you have always been calm and steady. I know Zhang Fei is very important to you, and I understand your out-of-control behavior. But think about it, if all the truth is revealed, why are there so many injustices, wrongful convictions, and injustices in the world?"

Jing Yi seemed to suddenly wake up, his whole body trembled, and his pupils shrank sharply, as if he had been hit on the head with a stick.

Sudden……

My mood changed.

yes!

Evidence can be falsified, the dead can speak, evil can be turned into justice, black can be turned into white. What is strange is not the ever-changing events, but the failure to discover the essence of the events and being deceived by their surface.

"Go check, go check quickly!" he urged Feng Ran anxiously.

Thinking back carefully, over the past few months, every time he interrogated Yunying, Yunying shook her head stubbornly and looked at him with an extremely persistent look.

Repeat over and over again:

'It wasn't me!'

'I won't admit to doing something I didn't do!'

Even if he used a tough approach to force her to admit it, she was still sharp at heart, and her pride and persistence were something he could not erase no matter what he did.

if……

He said if...

If Zhang Fei's death really had nothing to do with Yun Ying, he still hurt Yun Ying...

Suddenly, he didn't dare to think any further.

Afraid of the truth.

I was even more afraid that after knowing the truth, I would not know how to face her...

Jing Yi's heart was more panicked than ever before. He didn't dare to look at the woman on the bed. He turned around and ran out, out of the city, and ran to the quiet suburbs.

A tomb stands quietly.

On the tombstone, the name "Zhang Fei" is engraved.

A few days later, lush grass grew on the grave, and the grass leaves swayed in the breeze.

The man knelt in front of the grave, muttering dejectedly:

"what do I do?"

"Did I really wrong her? Am I really wrong?"

"Now, she is pregnant with my child, but I can't keep him. Is this God's punishment for me..."

“What should I do…”

He leaned against the tombstone and spoke in a very soft voice, like a madman talking to himself.

But the person in the tomb would never answer him.

"Zhang Fei, tell me, was she the one who hurt you that day? Tell me!"

The tomb stood quietly.

A breeze blew by, and the grass on the grave swayed gently. The way it swayed from side to side looked like it was shaking its head, but more like it was answering Jing Yi.

When Jing Yi saw this, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Not her...

There was no need for her to lie. She would not joke about her beloved young marquis. She disdained lying. She was straightforward and generous. She said what she meant. She would not harm Zhang Fei.

Not her...

.

When we returned to the clinic, it was already afternoon.

Jing Yi lowered his eyes and walked stiffly. His mechanical steps made it seem as if his soul had left his body. He was like a walking corpse, dazed and absent-minded.

"Sir?"

"Sir?"

"Miss Yue'er has come to see you and has been waiting for more than half an hour, sir?"

His subordinates shouted several times before Jing Yi slowly came back to his senses.

He looked up, and the corners of his eyes were red as if bleeding:

"oh……"

He walked into the backyard.

In the courtyard, Yue'er, who had been sitting and waiting, saw the person coming. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up and stepped forward:

"Master Jing!"

Jing Yi said indifferently: "Miss Yue'er, is there anything wrong?"

Yue Er did have something to say, but she glanced around subconsciously:

"Master Jing, isn't Yunying here?"