As long as parents are alive, life still has a place to go.

Now that parents are gone, all that’s left in life is the journey home.

If there was a harbor that could shelter me from the wind and rain, perhaps I wouldn't be so tired. Maybe I could snuggle, be carefree, and act like a spoiled child like other children.

She thought she could finally be with her parents.

But, after an unknown amount of time, the pain in her body brought her back to reality.

I opened my eyes and saw a strange room, a strange environment, and a familiar figure in front of the bed.

When Yun Ying saw the man, her first reaction was to escape. She shrank into the quilt, grabbed the quilt with both hands, covered herself tightly, and hid herself.

Jing Yi looked at her coldly, "So you're not dead."

He closed the lid of the ointment in his hand, threw it on the table, and sneered:

"That's right. If you do something wrong and die like this, you will probably be too ashamed to go to hell."

Yun Ying's hands tightened, and a fishy-sweet taste rose in her throat:

"It wasn't me..."

The voice was still weak, but firm:

"The Gu family framed me. I'm here to find out the truth. Why don't you capture that Second Master Gu and interrogate him?"

"I only believe in seeing."

Her bamboo flute appeared in Zhang Fei's hands.

She is inextricably linked to it.

"But it really wasn't me..."

"If you can tell it's you with your mouth, then what's the point of having evidence?" The man sneered, pinched her chin with his cold fingertips, and looked down at her swollen and purple face.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die easily."

But the punishment you deserve will not be reduced.

He gently stroked the wound on her face, with a deep smile on his thin lips:

"You are the young lady's favorite maid. How can I bear to watch you die?"

Wherever the fingertips passed, Yunying trembled.

The cold seeped into my pores.

Facing the man's dark eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, she felt as if a hand was strangled by the throat, unable to breathe, and her whole body was tightly bound.

No freedom.

There is no space.

It seemed like he had complete control over me.

"It's not me... Jing Yi, give me some time to find out the truth. You really wronged me..."

“That’s enough!”

He coldly pushed her away, "Yun Ying, have you forgotten what I taught you?"

Yun Ying looked at him in shock, not being able to react for a moment as to what he meant.

The man laughed obscurely:

"It seems your memory is not very good."

He licked his lips and rolled up his sleeves slowly, "I don't mind teaching you again."

Suddenly, he raised his hand and opened the quilt.

Grab her ankles and pull her over.

Yun Ying's eyes widened instantly, and when she realized what he was going to do, she was frightened like a frightened bird and struggled in panic.

However, she was seriously injured and too weak to resist.

Seeing the man insert one leg between her legs, she was so scared that her eyes turned red and blurted out:

"It was me who killed Zhang Fei!"

"I'm sorry, Jing Yi, it's my fault!"

In panic, she said something against her will.

The man stopped and looked down at her. "Since you did it, why are you so stubborn and refuse to admit it?"

"I……"

She wanted to say, she didn't.

But she knew what would be waiting for her if she didn't admit it...

With tears streaming down her face, she had to bite the bullet and continue:

"I killed him. I feel guilty towards him, so I dare not admit it..."

He pinched her chin, lifted it up, and looked into her eyes:

"Say it again."

"I killed Zhang Fei. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was wrong. I'm guilty. I'm the murderer. It's all my fault! Woo——"

She bit her lower lip and sobbed.