In the dark and deserted alley, as the gleaming tip of the knife approached, the woman's soft voice rang out:

“Sometimes, being alive is a kind of happiness.”

Zong Zhengli's body trembled slightly, and a trace of clarity flashed across his drunken eyes. When he saw the dagger, he stepped back in shock:

"Qin Ye..."

He dropped the knife in panic.

What is he doing?

What was he thinking about just now?

Are you crazy?

Must be crazy!

He felt that his life was not going as he wished, and for more than 20 years, he had been in a deep depression. His world was dark, with no sunshine, no hope, only endless darkness.

He was so tired, but he couldn't die, as he still wanted to repay Madam Wei for raising him.

He cannot even decide his own life or death freely. He is like a walking corpse, without thoughts and just a body.

"Qin Ye..." He looked at the woman in front of him with difficulty with his cloudy eyes. He staggered forward two steps in a drunken state, fell to the ground with weak legs, hugged the woman's legs, and murmured:

"Qin Ye, you don't know how much I envy you..."

I envy her for climbing out of the abyss of depression, meeting Zong Zhengchen, and living a happy and stable life.

I envy her for having endured more than ten years of suffering and torture in Prime Minister Qin’s residence and finally seeing the light of day.

I envy her...

He had always thought that they were from the same world, but now he realized that he had been alone from the beginning to the end.

For more than 20 years, I have achieved nothing and am standing still. Even my qualification to pursue my dreams has been cut off.

"You are drunk." Qin Ye didn't hear his murmurs clearly. He held his stomach with one hand and supported his shoulder with the other.

The body was heavy, the man was heavy, she had some difficulty:

"It's getting late. Let's go back to Prince Li's Mansion first. Don't let your mother worry. Do you have the strength to stand up?"

I pulled twice but couldn't move him.

He knelt on the ground, hugged her legs tightly, and leaned his drunken body on her. Qin Ye was so heavy that he couldn't stand steadily and leaned against the wall, and his heavy body fell onto her.

“So tired…”

His eyes were blurry, as if he was half asleep and half awake, and he vaguely recalled everything that had happened over the years.

The eunuchs humiliated him, calling him a bastard, and his biological mother a shameless whore. She stripped him naked, climbed onto the dragon bed, and seduced the emperor.

The other princes disliked him and never called him "Fifth Brother" or even his surname "Zong Zheng". His existence was like a disgrace to the royal family.

I was sick, but there was no imperial physician, so I just endured it.

If you were hungry and went to the imperial kitchen to ask for food, you would be beaten.

It seems like even my breathing is wrong...

Thinking about what has happened over the years, my eyes couldn't help but turn red and my shoulders twitched slightly.

Qin Ye was stunned for a moment, and saw the man's rosy eyes become hazy, and a crystal tear flowed out.

"Zong Zhengli..."

"I'm so tired! I can't afford to live, and it's not right to die. I can't live or die. What should I do... No one understands me, no one..." His hoarse voice was filled with tears, tears rolled down his cheeks, and his nasal tone became heavier.

"Qin Ye, tell me, what should I do? I'm really tired..."

A grown man in his twenties suddenly lost control and cried like a baby.

Qin Ye was a little choked up and didn't know how to comfort him. He pursed his lips a few times and just patted his back lightly.

The silent comfort made the man feel like he had found a safe haven. He felt warm and could vent his emotions more freely, crying even harder.

Dark streets.

Not far away, at the entrance of the alley, in the direction against the light, stood a slender black shadow, hidden in the darkness, with a pair of deep black eyes looking straight at the two people in the alley...