"Isn't Yan Zhen the person you like?"
In the original owner's memories, the person she always loved was clearly Yan Zhen.
Ning Hong tried to push her away, not because he wanted to settle scores later.
However, his body has too much yin energy, which is a burden for women.
"Brother, are you angry with me? I will never like anyone else again. I will only like you from now on."
Ning Hong's feelings were complicated.
He was naturally very happy to receive Acha's confession.
However—in such a short time, Ning Zhaozhao was already shivering from the cold of his yin energy.
He sighed softly, reached out and pulled her away, stopping her from clinging to him.
"You're already so cold, you should go back now."
Ning Hong hardened her heart and disappeared right in front of her.
"Brother, don't go, don't go, brother—"
Ning Zhaozhao bit her lower lip, her body trembling even more violently.
Less than ten days after her brother's passing, she has been in pain, suffering, and even self-harming. Only the cuts on her arm can alleviate the pain in her heart.
Warm liquid kept dripping, drop by drop, onto the muddy ground.
Ning Zhaozhao wiped her face haphazardly with her sleeve.
A soft handkerchief suddenly appeared in her hand.
Looking at the handkerchief, Ning Zhaozhao cried even harder.
Because of her willfulness, she caused his death, and therefore she must bear the pain of losing him, even to the point of wanting to die.
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