There was also a hint of indescribable relief, a relief that finally brought all the grudges and grievances to an end.
She wiped quietly, as if time had stood still for this moment, and the whole world consisted only of her, Yu Ying, and that silent farewell.
Looking at Yu Ying's tightly closed eyes, her butterfly-like eyelashes would never flutter again, as if time had frozen at this moment, forever capturing her beauty and sorrow.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Qin Qianlu murmured softly, her voice echoing slowly in the quiet room, carrying a dreamlike and ethereal quality.
As if from a distant shore: "The cries of countless souls still echo in my ears. Even with my compassion, I cannot atone for the sins forged by the blood and tears of these people."
Now that your soul has returned to the underworld, the sins of this life have been partially atoned for with your life. I will choose a peaceful place here for you to rest in peace.
Remembering your heartfelt words on your deathbed, I will carefully repair this thatched hut and restore it to its former glory, as a way to help you fulfill your long-cherished wish to retire to the mountains.
If reincarnation truly exists, may you be able to fulfill your wishes and be free from strife in your next life.
To live a carefree life amidst green hills and clear waters, enjoying a smooth and healthy existence, no longer manipulated by others.
As the words faded away, time seemed to stand still in the thatched hut, which was filled with a faint sense of sorrow and silence.
The dim, yellowish light filtered through the dilapidated window frames, casting dappled shadows and adding a touch of desolation to the room.
In this seemingly ordinary atmosphere, a blessing that Qin Qianluo was completely unaware of was like the gentlest and warmest breeze on a spring morning.
With wisps of dreamlike warmth, it silently seeped into Yu Ying's already cold and stiff body.
Yu Ying's life is like a long scroll filled with tragedy, or a lonely soul struggling and wandering in a dark, boundless, and unfathomable abyss.
They committed numerous heartbreaking, regrettable, and unforgivable sins.
Looking back, she may have indeed been powerless in the beginning, like a weak ant being crushed by the merciless and enormous wheel of fate.
Under the influence of a powerful and evil force, they helplessly become puppets manipulated at will by others, powerless to resist.
In those long, dark years, when it was impossible to see one's own hand in front of one's face, she was like a trapped beast stuck in a swamp.
Every struggle was in vain, and every attempt to resist seemed so small and powerless.
They could only watch helplessly as they sank deeper and deeper into the dark mire, until they were completely swallowed by the darkness.
However, as time relentlessly passed, she eventually failed to suppress the uncontrollable evil thoughts that grew like wild grass in her heart.
That evil thought was like a black storm that swept across the land and surged forth.
With an unstoppable force, it completely devoured the last vestige of kindness and beauty in her heart.
Unbeknownst to her, she was slowly and heavily descending into an abyss of sin from which there was no return.
Each step seemed to tread upon her broken soul, leaving behind heavy, regretful footprints that became indelible marks of pain and sin for her entire life.
Now, she has resolutely chosen to commit suicide by poisoning herself. Behind this resolute and tragic act lies a deep sense of resentment and fierce resistance against her fate.
She was truly unwilling to be controlled by that demonic master any longer; that master was like an invisible yet strong rope, tightly constricting her throat.
It prevented her from breathing freely and from reaching the dawn of freedom.
She was even more unwilling to let her soul become a pitiful plaything that others could manipulate and trample on at will, like a discarded doll, utterly devoid of dignity.
Her entire life was like being trapped in a sturdy cage ruthlessly woven by fate.
Like a bird whose wings have been cruelly broken, even though it yearns for the vast sky and warm sunshine.
Even though their hearts were filled with a burning desire for freedom, they could never break free from the ever-present constraints, and could only grieve in secret within their cramped cages, leaving behind only desperate cries.
At this moment, death became the only choice she could make, and the last glimmer of hope for her to break free from the shackles of fate.
It was a sliver of relief she found for herself in this long darkness, her last cry of defiance against this tragic fate.
Originally, Qin Qianluo felt disgusted by the various evil deeds committed by Yu Ying.
The resentment in his heart was like a raging fire, intense and fierce, as if it wanted to burn away all the sins.
She found it difficult to let go of the guilt, after all, the sins committed by Yu Ying were like a towering, heavy mountain.
It weighs heavily on the hearts of countless innocent people, leaving them struggling in pain and despair, making them feel suffocated and helpless.
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