An Yunqi said in her ear: "He is in a bad mood."

Chu Zhiyin stared at Yan Ping. Could it be that he was wishful unrequited love, and after death, he was self-grieved and proved his love for her with death?

Isn’t this just a brainless scholar in the storybook?

Today, there are only two days left for the heart-drawing demon. It is meaningless to save someone who doesn’t want to live.

She asked the last question, and finally gave it another move, "Does her death have anything to do with you? Why are you so persistent?"

After hearing this, my body, which was originally trembling slightly, turned into violent shaking, my shoulders collapsed, and my hands covered my face.

Chu Zhiyin was stunned, but he didn't expect that he would react so much.

She looked at An Yunqi with help and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with him? What's wrong with my words is so lethal?"

Seeing that she knew nothing, An Yunqi nodded her forehead helplessly. It was the first time she liked people, so why didn't she know anything?

"His sweetheart's death may have something to do with him." After saying that, he turned to look at Yan Ping who was crying.

No matter how I cry in a low voice, I can't suppress the wailing from my throat.

There was a knock outside the door.

"Ping'er, why haven't you rested tonight? What's the sound inside the house?"

Chu Zhiyin looked out the door. If she was knocked out and explored her son's bedroom at night, how would she look? She was afraid that she would dare to be angry but not speak, so she endured the unhappiness in her heart.

But she would feel unhappy, why did she ask her to save people? She still hides her from it, making her unable to help but investigate herself.

Yan Ping took out a square scarf from under the pillow, wiped away the tears from his face, and got up and blew away the candle on the table.

The room fell into darkness.

When I saw someone blowing out the candles outside the door, I didn't wait for the answer anymore and turned around and left.

Yan Ping staggered back to the bed, and said for a while: "If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have died."

Seeing that someone had recovered, Chu Zhiyin was a little itchy. As soon as she was about to ask a question, An Yunqi pressed her mouth. She looked at the person beside her, and she could only see one outline in the darkness.

Before Chu Zhiyin could take off his hands, Yan Ping continued to say slowly.

"We just want to be together, in the mountains, in the countryside, and even in desolate places, without any blessing or recognition from anyone, why do everyone object and why?"

Yan Ping did not cry at this moment, but his voice was even worse than crying.

Chu Zhiyin opened his mouth and bit An Yunqi's palm. He hissed, let go of his hand. She asked sideways: "Many of these people who have broken up their parents?"

"I don't know." He wiped the saliva from his hand and held her.

Chu Zhiyin didn't struggle.

"He made a wish to let his parents agree to let us be together, even if it was only ten days and half a month, but he didn't expect that there would be a response," Yan Ping held the pendant tightly, "The next day, water marks appeared on the table for no reason, and he gave three months, but he exchanged his heart."

"He thought it was someone who was a prank, so he agreed casually that he would be willing to exchange it with all his heart even if he could be together for half a month."

"He is so stupid, so stupid." His fingers were tightened, his joints turned white, and he suddenly loosened.

The jade pendant is in the palm of the palm, with a delicate and white texture, and is very conspicuous in the darkness.

"What does it matter if you are not together? What does it matter if you are alive and no longer love each other."

Chu Zhiyin couldn't help but ask, "Try it with your heart?"

"Yes," Yan Ping did not raise his head at the jade in his hand, "It's the heart-digging demon."

Chu Zhiyin was confused.
Chapter completed!