Da Shan stood in the yard, head bowed, voice trembling: "I'm sorry, Yue Ying, it's all my fault. I wish it was me who died that day."
"What good is saying this now? Can my brother come back?"
Yue Ying's beautiful eyes were full of hatred, she gritted her teeth and said, "If you have the guts, go die now! Go accompany my brother!"
"Shut up!"
Yang Cheng reprimanded coldly, looking solemnly at Yue Ying.
"I know you're unhappy inside, but you can't blame Da Shan for this. If he'd known earlier he would encounter Wildmen there, he would never have gone with Hu Zi."
"Back then, after I saved Da Shan, he risked his life to avenge Hu Zi despite the danger. Saying things like this now, are you trying to drive him to death?"
Hearing this, Yue Ying realized her words were too vicious. If Da Shan were to truly seek death because of what she said, she'd truly not want to live anymore.
