Ling Yiran continued, "If your elder brother knew about the woman who knew that he had protected him with his life, and now he was kneeling in front of his grave like this, but could not even burn incense, how would your elder brother feel?"

Gong Beicheng's expression began to look ugly.

After a while, he looked at Xia Xi coldly, "If you really want to burn incense for my elder brother, then kowtow a hundred heads in front of his grave! Every time I kowtow, I will hear the sound!"

As soon as these words came out, the people around him were shocked.

Ling Yiran also frowned slightly, but Xia Xi finally smiled, as if there was hope again, "Okay, I'll knock it."

As her words fell, her head kowtowed in front of the tombstone and made a sound.

The sounds of kowtows appear particularly clear in the quiet cemetery.

Ling Yiran was worried. Xia Xi suffered so much torture in the mental hospital and was already weak. She still had many new and old injuries on her body. If she really knocked her head, she would be very damaged.

"Mr. Gong, are you planning to let her fall directly into this cemetery?" Ling Yiran turned his head and stared at Gong Beicheng Road.

"I just gave a choice, and she chose to do this by herself, and she was not bad for others!" Gong Beicheng said coldly.

"But she—"

At this moment, Yi Jinli pulled Ling Yiran for a moment and said, "This is Xia Xi's own choice. She has a measure in her heart. I know you want to help her, but this is what she is willing to do, or only such kowtow can make her feel better."

Ling Yiran was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips, and after all, she didn't say anything, but stood aside and waited quietly as she finished her head.

I don’t know how long it took, but the skin on Xia Xi’s forehead was already broken, with blood seeping, and the bright red blood left traces on the gray stone platform.

"Xia Xi, stop for a while, and if you continue to kowtow like this, your body will not be able to bear it." Ling Yiran couldn't help but persuade.

Zhang Yaer, who was standing next to Gong Beicheng, couldn't help but persuade her husband, "Or... let her burn incense. If you kowtow like this, it might really cause death."

"What, do you sympathize with her?" Gong Beicheng said to his wife.

Zhang Ya'er shook her head and stopped talking. Although her husband usually loves her very much, she also knows that her husband's taboo is his elder brother who died early. As long as everything is involved, his elder brother will be easily affected.

Xia Xi said to Ling Yiran, "I can continue. I owe Nan Ting too much. Even if I kowtow ten thousand heads, I am willing!"

After saying that, she continued to kowtow, as if she was not affected by forehead pain at all. It seemed that for her, not being able to kowtowed was what made her even more painful!

When the 100 heads were knocked over, Xia Xi's pale face formed a sharp contrast with the bright red patch on his forehead, which looked so shocking.

Xia Xi looked at Gong Beicheng weakly, and said hoarsely, "Can I...may I give him some incense?"

A trance flashed in Gong Beicheng's eyes, thinking of the past, he asked his elder brother why he loved the woman Xia Xi!
Chapter completed!