After an unknown amount of time, Ying Wuqiu slowly lifted his head from Tang Wanyuan's chest.
Looking at the woman lying motionless in his arms, his tears fell like rain, and his heart was as if being cut by a knife.
But what use is being heartbroken, she was dead, and she could never come back.
Moreover, it was he who personally killed her.
He would never forgive himself for this mistake, never forgive himself for life.
Using all his strength, he picked up Tang Wanyuan and staggering, took one step at a time, walking back.
Ye Que watched as Ying Wuqiu carried Tang Wanyuan away. He also slowly stood up, but his whole body staggered weakly, almost falling.
Li Luo, who was beside him, timely supported him.
He comforted Ye Que, "The dead cannot return to life, you must restrain your grief!"
He knew that Tang Wanyuan was Ye Que's little sister, although not by blood, their relationship had always been quite good.
She died, and it was for him; Ye Que must be very sad inside.
