Ye Ningwan knelt in front of Zhan Changwen's tombstone for a long time.
Zhan Hanjue kept refusing to let her stand up, and she didn't dare to, fearing he would kick her down again if she tried.
She felt her legs were numb, her blood wasn't circulating, and if she continued to kneel, she definitely wouldn't be able to stand up.
Finally, amidst her unbearable discomfort and eager anticipation, Zhan Hanjue slowly spoke: "Stand up!"
Ye Ningwan tried to move, but couldn't stand.
Zhan Hanjue waited for a while, but seeing she hadn't moved, couldn't help but speak again: "No need to kneel anymore, stand up!"
"It's not that I don't want to stand, but I can't." Ye Ningwan raised her head and looked at him pitifully.
Zhan Hanjue was speechless, and he pulled her up with one hand.
Ye Ningwan couldn't stand at all, and after being forcibly pulled up, she collapsed onto him.
Zhan Hanjue was unprepared, and surprisingly staggered, almost falling.
