Or, enduring hardship, strengthening oneself, and then rushing in to kill them all would be far better than torturing oneself here.
Scholars are such a hassle!
Nine Strings' eyes were full of disdain.
Aunt Wei was overjoyed and kept thanking Jiu Xian, "Thank you, Master Jiu, thank you, Master Jiu. As long as you're alright, that's all that matters."
In your heart? With time, you'll figure it out.
It wasn't until dawn the next day that Wei Qing finally made a move. He opened his eyes, which had been tightly closed all night, and asked, "Mother, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Aunt Wei, who had been on tenterhooks all night, finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Sanlang, how could you be so heartless? How could you just abandon us like this?"
She almost lost her last son.
Although Wei Qing didn't understand what had happened, he apologized immediately: "Mother, I'm sorry."
He only remembers that his vision went black for a moment, and then he knew nothing more. No, it wasn't that he knew nothing at all.
This was the first time he had realized how tiring it was to live, and that perhaps dying like this would be a relief. He had no words to face his elders and fellow villagers, and he didn't want to face himself either.
Then, he seemed to see his father and his two older brothers.
They told him that he must live on, find a way to overturn the verdict for the Wei family and others, and take good care of his mother, sister-in-law, nephews, nieces, and others; otherwise, they would not be able to die in peace.
Yes, it's all because of him that so many people have suffered. He doesn't deserve to die. He wants to lead the living to seek justice for the dead.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he sank deeper and deeper into the abyss and could not get up until much later, when a stream of sweet water flowed into his mouth and he gradually regained his strength.
"Am I sick?" he asked.
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