To live would only increase the sorrow… If she died, could all of this come to an end?
There would be no harm, no jealousy, nor so much struggle and love-hate…
She never knew that her world could be so cruel.
So cruel that… it led to utter despair.
In her arms, Han Qingqing had already closed her eyes, her body gradually growing cold, the recent madness screaming like a dream. She would never open her eyes again, never move again.
Tong Ran gradually stopped her desperate sobbing. She slowly loosened her grip and gently laid Han Qingqing's body down on the floor.
She tidied the loose hair beside her ear.
Qingqing, be careful on your way to Heaven. Don't run into bad people again. Live well, forget all these things…
When the woman lifted her head again, her gaze was fiercely directed at Mo Nanjue.
