Qing Yue's hand was held by another big hand, and a deep male voice was heard in her ear.
Yes! Wouldn't it be enough to end the suffering if I killed him?
Someone thrust her hand forward fiercely, and she heard a muffled groan. The voice continued to tell her softly, "Yue'er, it's okay, it's really okay. Kill the bad guys and you will be saved. If no one comes to save you, you can kill the bad guys yourself, and you will be saved..."
"Your Majesty!"
"Yue'er, stop it!"
"Doctor, where is the doctor? Go find the doctor!"
Whose screams exploded in my ears, so terrified that the tone was broken?
Qing Yue's vision finally became clear amidst the screams of terror...
In front of her was Feng Ling's face, as pale as paper, and his phoenix eyes were full of deep despair. He looked at her with pain and apology. She slowly lowered her head, and saw that she was holding a dagger in her hand, which was held by another big hand and stabbed into his chest. There was glaring blood, which dyed her fingers red.
This blow is a fatal one.
It was the knife that made Qingyue wake up.
Who could have imagined Feng Ling would do this? Everyone watched Yue Er sink into the agony of that night four years ago, unable to recover. She cried, despaired, cried out in pain, begged for help, until Feng Ling stepped forward...
He held Qingyue's hand and whispered something in her ear, but his voice was so low that no one could hear it clearly.
Until, he took the knife in Yue'er's hand and stabbed it into his heart.
Everything is messed up!
"Yue'er, just kill the bad guys, and everything will be fine. You will be fine."
There was no pain on Feng Ling's face, only a dead silence. Bright red blood stained his chest, growing bigger and bigger.
Crazy, crazy...
Chu Yan watched all this with cold eyes, feeling only endless hatred. How dare Feng Ling use such methods! Where did he put Yue'er? How could he think that death could solve the problem?
Qing Yue stared at it in a daze. The bright red blood was sticky and dyed Feng Ling's heart and her hands red.
"Yue'er, it was A Ling who owed you and harmed you... A Ling deserved to die, but when he knew the truth, he still wanted to live on and be with you..."
Feng Ling's eyes turned red as she looked at the girl in front of her with infatuation.
But I am no longer qualified.
From the day he learned the truth, he began to panic. If time could go back, he would like to be the one who saves Yue'er instead of the one who hurts her.
Seeing Yue'er fall into pain, he was also filled with regret and despair.
But what he had done with his own hands could not be justified.
How to atone for sins?
There is only one death.
This life was saved by Yue'er, and it was originally his debt.
"Yue'er, A Ling owes you two lives. I can only give you one in this life. Wait for me in the next life... You probably don't want to meet me in the next life..."
His voice was sad and mournful, but he continued to coax her.
"Don't be sad. Live well. A Ling died to atone for his sins. Just think of all this as a nightmare. When you wake up, there will be no more pain, okay?"
Feng Ling pleaded and narrated.
His eyes were full of love and reluctance. He stared at the little girl in front of him, as if he wanted to see her into her soul. Only in this way could he remember her in this life and the next.
Yue'er, Feng Ling really loves you.
It is really a blessing to meet you.
If it weren't for you, Feng Ling would have died long ago. The Seven-Star Begonia poison, the broken legs, it was you who picked up my dignity bit by bit, saved me, and gave me love and trust. I wanted to keep all of this, but Feng Ling didn't deserve it. As early as when that incident happened four years ago, she had already lost the qualification forever.
Yue'er, I really want to love you, I really want to...
Feng Ling once selfishly wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, thinking of using this lifetime to forgive her sins. She wanted to go for a walk with you outside the imperial capital. Wherever you wanted to go, Feng Ling would be by your side.
You don’t know, every time I look at you, Feng Ling feels that the world is worth living, and that all the frame-ups and pains he has suffered are nothing but clouds and smoke, and can be endured, because God has sent the best you to me.
But all your pain was caused by me.
You once said that if you saw the person who insulted you, you would cut him into pieces.
Feng Ling gave up this life.
Would this make you feel better?
"Yue'er, I'm sorry... Feng Ling owes you... cough..."
He choked and coughed, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. His breathing was heavy, and his hands were trembling as he wanted to touch Qingyue's face.
Qing Yue seemed stunned, staring at the wound on Feng Ling's chest without blinking. There was so much blood that her eyes turned red.
It was Feng Ling's heart that was pierced, but why did her heart hurt so much?
The next moment, Qingyue's tears fell one after another, and then her whole body began to tremble...
This tear frightened Feng Ling and made him panic. He frantically wanted to hug her, "Don't cry, Yue'er, don't cry..."
Did she cry?
She doesn't know.
It's just that she was in so much pain that she felt like she was suffocating.
"Why do you think that if you die, everything will be over? Why? Feng Ling, why do you think that? Death can solve all problems, right? Right?"
The next moment, the originally dazed Qing Yue suddenly shouted angrily, tears blurred her eyes, and her headache felt like it was about to explode.
She smiled and shook her head, smiled and cried, almost going crazy.
Her eyes swept over everyone in the room with sorrow and helplessness, her father, mother, brothers... Chu Yan, Feng Ling, and Pingyang who was curled up there.
"I've never done anything bad in my life, but why do I have to endure all this pain? Time and time again, I thought I was reborn, redeemed, but it turns out nothing has changed. It hurts so much, I'm so tired, Daddy, Mommy, Brother, I can't hold on any longer. If death can solve the problem, if it can..."
Qingyue's eyes were blurred from crying.
I'm really tired.
Shouldn't she have come back? The first time was on the top of Luoyue Mountain. If she had died then, she wouldn't have suffered all the pain later.
The second time was in that dark space. She had a chance to reincarnate, but she gave it up. However, in return she suffered deeper pain and Pingyang's death.
Will there be a third time?
No, no, she really can't take it anymore.
"If death can solve all problems, then let me die and I never want to wake up again..."
She finished her last sentence while crying, and suddenly gathered her energy, and the poison that was suppressed in her dantian spread out in all directions.
“Puff…cough cough cough…”
Bright red blood suddenly spat out, splashing on Feng Ling's body. Her face, once extremely beautiful, was now enchanting and deadly, followed by overwhelming fear. "Yue'er! Yue'er! Yue'er...!"
Feng Ling cried out in a shrill voice. He hugged Qing Yue tightly, his despair soaring into the sky. "Imperial Physician, quickly find an imperial physician. The poison in her dantian has spread! Help! Quickly find an imperial physician!"
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