Yan qingsi's words made the old man, who was about to speak, unable to say a word. It was as if there was a thorn stuck in his throat, and he felt an unspeakable pain. He suddenly did not dare to look Yan qingsi in the eye.
Yue tingfeng's eyes were sore. He held Yan qingsi's hand tightly, trying to give her some strength.
Yan qingsi smiled."I don't know if you've ever experienced the feeling of being on the verge of death and living for a second. I've had it before. I don't want to look back at those days ever again."
"I know you guys don't like the fact that I've been tainted, and neither do I. Sometimes, I look down on myself. No one would want to go through that experience, but if I had to do it all over again, I'd still make the same choice. As long as I'm alive, at least someone will remember to send a bouquet of flowers to my mother's grave on Qingming Festival. If I die, who will remember her?"
"If I die, no one will know that nie qiuping was wrongly accused."
