I thought that without you, at least I would still have him, but you are so cruel that you want to take away my only child."
Han Qiancheng was heartbroken, he shook his head and said: "That's not the case, I don't know, I really don't know you are pregnant with my child.
Believe me, this is our flesh and blood. How could I kill our flesh and blood?"
The light in Yan Ruoling's eyes dimmed little by little: "It doesn't matter anymore, the child is gone and he will not come back again."
At this point, her emotions suddenly became excited and she cried: "Han Qiancheng, I hate you, I hate you. If there is an afterlife, I never want to meet you again."
As she spoke, she suddenly took out a dagger from under the pillow and plunged it into her chest, using all her strength.
"Ling'er."
Han Qiancheng's expression changed drastically. He looked at the dagger stuck in Yan Ruoling's chest and collapsed: "Ling'er, Ling'er."
He shouted toward the door: "Someone, come quickly."
But the world seemed to have stopped, and no one responded. Only the person in his arms was spitting out blood, telling him a bloody fact.
He was going to lose her, lose her forever.
Han Qiancheng's shoulders sank, and when he lowered his head, he saw his Linger closing her eyes and falling into his arms.
She finally punished him and herself in this way.
"Ling'er."
Han Qiancheng cried bitterly, holding the person in his arms and saying the words he had never said: "I love you, I love you!"
I lied to you, but I really fell in love with you. I refused your majesty's offer of marriage. I want to tell you that I will not marry anyone else.
I just want you, I want you to be my wife, I want you to bear children for me, and I want to grow old with you.
I don’t need to be the head of the Han family. We can find a place with no people and just be an ordinary couple. Do you think that’s okay?”
Han Qiancheng burst into tears. He lowered his head and kissed Yan Ruoling's forehead and said, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your promise.
Linger, wait for me, if there is an afterlife, let me love you first."
As he spoke, he pulled out the dagger from Yan Ruoling's chest and stabbed it into his own chest without hesitation.
Han Qiancheng hugged Yan Ruoling, and kissed her lips with his blood-stained lips: "Ling'er, we will never be separated again."
The murmurs between their lips and teeth dissipated in the blood that filled the room, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on them, as if they had fallen asleep embracing each other.
Night falls and darkness falls.
A candle was lit in the room, and everyone gathered around, watching Xin Ruyi perform acupuncture on Han Qiancheng.
Pulling out the silver needle, Xin Ruyi shook her head, and Mu Yun'an asked nervously: "Mom, how is it? Why hasn't he woke up after two days?"
That day, Han Qiancheng kowtowed in the rain to pray for blessings, and then fainted. It has been two days and two nights, and he has never been awake.
Xin Ruyi sighed: "Shi Ai didn't react at all to him. His pulse is obviously normal, but he never woke up. After thinking about it, there is only one possibility."
Mu Yun'an asked: "What is it?"
Xin Ruyi said: "The only possibility is that his subconscious told him that he was dead, so he was not awake.
I think the changes that day were so big that he might have thought that Ling'er was dead, so he subconsciously died with her."