Of course, it was not other people's gossip, but that she had never been exposed to rain since she was a child. If she caught the wind and cold, she didn't know whether she would die.
As for the young master's affairs, she certainly has a solution... Since his appearance has caused her so much trouble, why shouldn't she simply destroy his face so that no one can recognize it?
This rain seemed to have no end. It kept falling and hit Zhong Qing coldly. Zhong Qing silently told herself that she must endure it, endure it... She could get out of the Zhong family.
She escaped from destruction. How could this little pain make her fall?
Zhong Qing didn't even know how long she had been kneeling.
All the rain was falling down around her ears, and the consciousness in her brain gradually faded away.
Is she really going to die?
At that moment, a kind of despair slowly swept through her body like a tide.
die…………..
This is the word she fears most in her life.
Growing up, she was not afraid of anything, she dared to do anything, and she dared to take advantage of anything. In the Zhong family, so many people were afraid of her and thought she was ruthless. In fact, no one knew that she was just a person who was afraid of death.
However, now..........the more she is afraid of, the closer she gets to herself......
The rain was as cold as falling from the sky.
Finally, she was still, under such hunger and cold, her whole body was shivering with cold, her body went limp, and her whole body collapsed crookedly.
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Yi Jian held a lantern and walked quickly along the hundred-step corridor in the dark night.
The sound of rain, wind, and thunder were all mixed together, making the whole world feel weird and terrifying.
His pace was fast, completely different from his usual lazy steps.
The moment his eyes glanced at Zhong Qing's body leaning down, his steps became faster and faster.
He braved the rain and walked over. After a while, the lantern was extinguished.
He simply threw away the lantern, and relying on the direction he had just estimated, he walked quickly for a while, leaned down, and took Zhong Qing's limp body into his arms.
His body temperature was as cold as his own. Holding the wet love, he could feel the faint warmth on her body.