"Your last words, for revenge, you sacrificed your entire life, also took mine, and ruined their whole family!" Jian Shiqing whispered painfully to himself, not understanding the depth of hatred in Zhu Haisheng's heart, only feeling that making him do such a thing was as painful as gouging his heart.
He was someone who understood how to calculate people's hearts. He truly did not know what he should do.
Jian Shiqing wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, pushed open the door, and quickly ran back to the room where Zhu Haisheng's body lay. Looking at the cold corpse, he heavily kowtowed twice, then got up and left indignantly.
A black fast horse galloped across the wilderness, and he didn't know where he should go, or if he would ever return.
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Yue Rujing was filled with regret, wishing he could slap himself twice.
