Yan Qingsi's words made the old man who wanted to speak speechless. His throat seemed to be stuck with a thorn. He couldn't say it. Suddenly, he didn't dare to look at Yan Qingsi's eyes.

Yue Tingfeng's eyes are sour. He holds Yan Qingsi's hand tightly and wants to give her some strength.

Yan Qingsi laughed and said, "I don't know if you've ever tasted the taste of being able to die at any time and live for a second. I've tasted it. I don't want to look back on those days in my life."

"I know you don't like me to have such a stain, and I don't like it, and sometimes I look down on myself. Maybe no one will want such an experience, but if it's really going to be repeated, I will still choose like that. I live. On Tomb Sweeping Day, at least someone can remember to send a bunch of flowers to my mother's grave. When I die, who still remembers her?"

"When I die, no one knows that Nie Qiuping is wronged."

Once upon a time, all the obsession and support of Yan Qingsi was to avenge her mother in her lifetime. As for herself, she never thought about it.

In the past, Yan Qingsi didn't abandon herself. Although her life is not easy, how many people in the world are easy to live. The women in the red light district, everyone's life is black.

She's only hiding there for two months, and she can get out of there, return home, and take revenge on her mother.

Now, when I meet Yue Tingfeng and Mrs. Yue, I can trust her unconditionally. She is luckier than many people.

She has nothing to complain about.

The past road and the future road are all her own. The road she has gone has already become a part of her life. Even if she is reluctant to mention it, she will face it sooner or later, but she didn't expect that this day will appear in such a form.

The old man's heart is hard to hear. He wants Yan Qingsi to stop talking. The corners of his mouth move, but he can't say it in the end.

Yan Qingsi's eyes were a little dry: "I said earlier that I am not a good person. In order to achieve my goal, I can do many things by any means, so You have to feel disappointed in me, and I didn't want to give you hope

Yan Qingsi said that, from the beginning to the end of the decline cry, her eyes, as if no longer a drop of tears.

Mrs. Yue is holding Yan Qingsi's arm. Her face is already full of tears. It seems that all the tears in Yan Qingsi's eyes flow out of her eyes.

She roared in a hoarse voice: "what qualifications do you have to blame her? We are all innocent. Qingsi can't compare with us, but we just rely on our family..."

Yan Qingsi said faintly: "I have done a lot of bad things in M country. Maybe I have done all the things you want. In the future, it may burst out one after another. In order to avoid this situation today, let me tell you in advance."

"I'm finished. Is there anything else to ask?"

No one said anything. Mrs. Yue sobbed in a low voice. She wanted to comfort Yan Qingsi, but she didn't know what else to say at this time.

Xia Anlan is in pain. When Yan Qingsi tears her scar, he listens to her voice. What he sees in front of him seems to be the bloodstained wounds. The smile on her lips is like the biggest irony to their so-called relatives.

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