After Jing Yi left, the house fell into peace.
The sun shines in through the window, and a faint halo floats in the air. Time seems to stand still. It is so quiet, so quiet that you can hear your breathing.
Yun Ying didn't know how long she had been lying there. She just felt weak, tired, and had no strength at all. Even breathing was a little painful.
Dry throat.
Pain in breathing.
The body is soft.
This confused feeling is like dying.
perhaps……
Is he really going to die?
"Cough... cough cough..." She coughed twice in a muffled voice, her chest aching a little. She hadn't eaten or spoken for two days, and her cough was very hoarse.
Extremely uncomfortable.
I don’t know how long I lay there, but suddenly I longed for the sun outside the window.
Yun Ying lifted the quilt and stood up with some difficulty. When she got out of bed, her legs were so weak that she almost fell down. Fortunately, she held onto the bedpost and managed to keep her balance.
Take a deep breath, calm down a little, hold on to the wall, and slowly move out.
The distance from the bed to the steps at the door was only three or four meters, but she walked as if she had walked ten kilometers in one breath. She was so tired that her face turned pale and sweat broke out on her forehead.
He staggered and sat on the steps, letting out a long breath.
"Cough! Cough..."
The sun shines on my body, bright and dazzling.
She stretched out her hand and caught a ray of sunlight.
The sunlight passed through her fingers, sprinkled on the ground, and cast a shadow of her hand. She could not catch it, nor could she keep it. Inexplicably, she could not feel the temperature, and even felt a little cold.
His hands were so pale and bloodless that he couldn't even feel the warmth of the sun.
I suddenly miss my parents...
Yunying took out the bamboo flute from her sleeve.
This was a relic left to her by her father. It was made by her father himself and had been broken into two pieces. She had been wearing it all the time, even when taking a bath.
Looking at the broken flute in her hand, her eyes became somewhat distracted, and her thoughts drifted away uncontrollably...
Quiet backyard.
In the sunshine.
The woman was sitting alone on the steps, her thin body coughing from time to time, lost in thought, with a gloomy look on her brows, and a slight sense of sadness.
Not far away.
Jing Yi had been standing there, watching from afar, his eyes filled with a mixture of pity and self-blame, and he didn't even dare to approach her easily.
"Are you sure she was the one who killed Zhang Fei?"
Feng Ran came over, stood beside him and asked.
Jing Yi was at a loss, "I... don't know..."
Before, he was so confident and determined, but now he was so confused, like a headless fly, at a loss.
Feng Ran said: "Since the bamboo flute is evidence, can you be sure that her bamboo flute has not been stolen or has never been taken away from her?"
As long as you leave, there is a possibility of being framed.
"That was a relic left to her by her father. She valued it very much, didn't..." Jing Yi didn't finish his words when he suddenly thought of something.
This bamboo flute was once lost!
He remembered!
"A few months ago, I found the bamboo flute she accidentally lost. When I was about to return it to her, the young marquis was there and it was inconvenient for me to go into the house. So I gave the bamboo flute to Yue'er and asked her to pass it on to Yunying."
Feng Ran narrowed her eyes and immediately grasped the key point of the matter.
Asked:
"Are you sure Yue'er returned the bamboo flute to Yunying?"
"I..." Jing Yi choked.
He doesn't know.
He's not sure.
After giving the bamboo flute to Yue'er, he left. He didn't know whether Yue'er returned it to him later.
If Yue'er hadn't returned it to Yunying...
On the day Zhang Fei got into trouble, Yue'er was also there...
Connecting the two, a complete picture gradually formed in my mind...
Suddenly, Jing Yi's whole body trembled, as if struck by a bolt from the blue, and his face turned pale instantly.
Could it be Yue'er who did this? !
He had wronged Yun Ying from the very beginning.
He was wrong from the beginning...