Yan Qingsi leaned against the tombstone as she slowly got onto her feet. The blazing sun had beaten her head into a dizzying swirl, and she almost keeled over when her vision turned black for a second. She shook her body and head, stabilizing her limbs and only peeling her hand off the tombstone when she felt a little more clear-headed.
"Consider this a token of generosity on my part to fulfill your wish of seeing my mother," she told You Yi. "Now you will go back. Go back to Hai city and continue to be the Mr. You. Slowly, go back and forget that Nie Qiuping ever existed."
Yan Qingsi did not want to torture You Yi any further, seeing the fathomless depth of his feelings for her mother. She took him here as an old friend of her mother's.
"Mom, I have to go," Yan Qingsi said, "I'll see you again soon."
Yan Qingsi strode off, only to be stopped by You Yi's guttural voice. "Then what about you? You continue to seek revenge?"
