There was green stubble on his chin, and his whole body looked haggard. His eyes fell on the tomb in front of him, and his eyes were full of tears.
Yan Ruoling knelt on the ground, reached out and touched his face gently and said, "Why are you doing this? Brother Han, I don't hate you anymore, I really don't hate you anymore."
After knowing what happened in her miserable past life, she felt very heavy, but she only knew it when she saw the past few years when Han Qiancheng lost her.
This man has been living in pain and guilt. He missed her every day. He took revenge on himself in his own way and was punished.
It was he who single-handedly destroyed the Han family and even killed his sister.
She really doesn't hate him or blame him, she just wants to take him back to make up for the regrets in her past life and grow up with their daughter.
"Brother Han, shall we go back? Wuyou is still waiting for you?"
Yan Ruoling talked to him, but Han Qiancheng still couldn't hear anything. He said to the people behind him: "After I die, can you bury me next to her?
She probably doesn’t want to be buried with me, so as long as I can stay with her and watch over her, I’ll be satisfied.”
The person behind him didn't respond.
Han Qiancheng laughed at himself: "It turns out that even being with her is a luxury for me."
He looked at the tomb in front of him and said in a low voice: "Ling'er, I'm sorry."
After leaving these words, he ended his life with the same dagger she used to commit suicide.
The blood dyed the soil in front of the tomb red and seeped into it little by little.
The guards took Han Qiancheng's body back, but in the end he was not buried next to his beloved.
Yan Ruoling knelt on the ground and cried heartbrokenly. His tears fell into the blood shed by Han Qiancheng.
A thin layer of white mist enveloped the surroundings, and Yan Ruoling's cry echoed in the mist.
Suddenly, a disembodied voice was heard: "Ling'er."
When Yan Ruoling heard this voice, she looked around blankly, crying and shouting: "Brother Han, is that you, Brother Han? Come out quickly, I'm scared!"
"Ling'er, where are you?"
Han Qiancheng, who was trapped in nothingness, heard Yan Ruoling's cry. When he woke up, he saw that he was in a fog.
Ling'er's cries were heard all around him. He was frightened and stumbled around looking for it, but he couldn't get out of the fog.
"Husband, husband, where are you?"
Yan Ruoling shouted loudly, and she searched for his voice in the mist, crying: "I don't hate you anymore, and when I said I would never see you again, those were all angry words.
Would you like to come back? Our daughter is still alive, her name is Wuyou, you haven't seen her yet, she looks like me."
Han Qiancheng paused. He...he has a daughter? His and Ling'er's daughter, is she not dead?
Suddenly, a ray of light fell from the sky, dispersing the fog in front of me.
Han Qiancheng looked up and saw Yan Ruoling on the opposite side. He ran over, but unexpectedly, an abyss suddenly turned into an abyss under his feet.
He opened his eyes suddenly, stretched out his hand to touch the person on his chest, looked down and saw his Ling'er lying in his arms, crying with tears all over his face.
He panicked, and a hoarse voice called his name: "Ling'er."
Yan Ruoling woke up from her dream. She looked up and saw that Han Qiancheng had woken up.
She was so happy that she hugged him and started crying again: "You scared me to death. I thought I would never see you again."
Han Qiancheng reached out and hugged the person tightly. He waited for a while before he realized what was happening and asked, "Is this a dream? Are you still alive?"
Yan Ruoling sniffed: "It's not a dream, I'm still alive, and so is our daughter. Her name is Wuyou."
Han Qiancheng thought of the child who turned into a pool of blood in his previous life. His heart clenched and he asked in a low voice: "You remember everything, right?"