The man approached her, grabbed her belt, and tore it open with his fingertips.

Her pupils shrank sharply, fear flashed across her eyes, and she hurriedly grabbed her clothes and retreated in a panic:

"No! Jing Yi, don't..."

He grabbed her ankles.

She couldn't break free, couldn't escape.

"Whether you want it or not is not up to you." He sneered and pulled her under him, breathing in the unique fragrance on her body and pinching her chin.

Laughing cruelly:

"I haven't seen you for a few days. I kind of miss the feeling of you. The pleasure of conquering a person is like a cat teasing a mouse, watching the mouse struggle and then fall into despair and darkness step by step. The pleasure of this process cannot be described in words."

She held her breath and tears rolled down her red eyes.

He is really cruel.

Being targeted by him, she has lost herself and is even afraid to die. She is already in darkness and will never see the light in her life.

His big hand covered her eyes:

"Don't look at me like that, Yunying. I have never bullied you. You owe me this."

The hot tears wet his palms.

Very hot.

For some reason, he was stunned...

"Yun Ying!"

At this time, not far away, Ling Qianyi ran over.

"Yun Ying, Jing Yi, where are you!"

Jing Yi collected his thoughts, raised his head and glanced over there, stood up, let go of Yun Ying, and looked at the tear on his palm.

He frowned.

There was a moment of softness in my heart, but when I saw Zhang Fei's tombstone, it disappeared completely and turned into coldness.

"I'll come to see you in the evening."

He flicked his sleeves and left.

Yun Ying quickly fastened her belt and wiped the tears from her face. Her stomach churned again, and she felt so uncomfortable that she knelt on the ground and lowered her waist, hoping to relieve the pain in this position.

"Ugh... cough, cough cough..."

"Yun Ying!"

When Ling Qianyi heard the voice, he found Yunying's location and ran forward in a hurry:

"Yun Ying, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"You look so bad!"

He was shocked when he saw the pale face.

"I'll take you to see your aunt now!"

“No… cough cough… no need…” Yun Ying tightened her hands, grasped the grass on the ground, and tried her best to endure it. “Maybe it’s because I came from the imperial capital and took a carriage. The whole journey was bumpy, and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. Cough cough…”

"Young Marquis, Zhang Fei is buried here, his tomb..."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red with sobs.

When Ling Qianyi saw the new grave not far away, his expression immediately became solemn.

That night.

Family-oriented.

Each of them has an inevitable responsibility for Zhang Fei's death.

"Yun Ying, stop thinking about it and let's move on. Zhang Fei is a kind-hearted man. If he were still alive, he would definitely not blame you. He would definitely want you to be happy."

Ling Qianyi helped Yunying up and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with heartache.

"Don't cry."

Looking at her red eyes, he couldn't help wanting to cry:

"Yun Ying, I really... I can't bear to touch you even with one finger. Once you cry, I'm helpless. I... I want to cry too..."

Yun Ying laughed and cried:

"Fool."

Ling Qianyi, you fool!

"You have to be happy, then I will be happy," he held her face, rested his forehead against hers, and sighed.

"I used to love running around everywhere, eating, drinking and having fun with a bunch of bad friends. When I heard the storyteller in the teahouse talking about Meng Jiangnu crying at the Great Wall, I laughed at him."

"I laughed at Meng Jiangnu for being so stupid. There were so many men in the world, why did she only love that one and even cried so hard that the Great Wall collapsed."

"Is there such a stupid love in the world?"

"I now understand that it wasn't stupidity, it was her fate."

"To love someone is to give your heart to that person. If that person dies and you live alone, what's the difference between you and a walking corpse?"