Ling Hua watched from behind as Yan Qing held a jar of wine in his hand, pouring it into his mouth, feeling very content.
She had been leaving the Xinghua Village wine sitting untouched on the table, but suddenly, she also felt an urge to drink alone. So, she poured herself a bowl of wine and slowly sipped it.
As for something like a conscience, she indeed no longer had one, but if today's plans succeeded, she could enshrine Qin Huan for the rest of her life.
Qin Huan was still going on, crying and saying, "Brother Yan, I have nothing else to cling to, the only thing I can't bear to part with is you."
Yan Qing: "..."
No, please. If you really turn into a ghost, I don't want you to be preoccupied with me.
