Rong Yan was really happy. Yang Yan was finally dead. She had witnessed her death with her own eyes.
To Rong Yan, it was as if the inner demon that had been haunting her heart and making her crazy and twisted had finally died, and she was finally free. Her entire person instantly relaxed.
However, with Yang Yan's death, Rong Yan also felt a sharp pain in her heart. The sharp pain made it difficult for her to breathe.
It was like a thorn in her heart that had been there for years and had not been pulled out. It had already grown with her flesh and blood. One day, it was suddenly pulled out, but at the same time, her flesh that had grown with the thorn was also taken out. After the thorn was pulled out, it was bleeding.
Liancheng Yazhi pulled Rong Yan into his arms. "It's fine now. Be good, Yingluo, let's go home, Yingluo."
Rong Yan snuggled up against his chest and said,"I'm fine. I'm fine, really!" &Nbsp;
Liancheng Yazhi picked Rong Yan up and walked out.
