"So what?" Chen Qingqing sneered slightly, but there was no disdain in her words.

The reason for the whole thing is that Yin Jingyun loves Huo Tingyan, but how could a person as cruel as Huo Tingyan have real feelings?

Besides, even if he is an illegitimate son, he is still from the Huo family. Mr. Huo will never allow him to marry an actor.

"I can't refuse him, nor can I not love him. Even if he calls me Qingqing when he holds me, I don't care!"

Yin Jingyun laughed at herself, laughing at her stupidity, and how she could easily deliver her body and mind, and she still couldn't live without that man.

Chen Qingqing was silent for a moment. She knew that everyone had their own obsession and she could not judge other people's lives. Maybe she would have to be completely injured before she could wake up!

"Yin Jingyun is for your help, so I advise you to stay away from Huo Ting. He is not something you can afford to provoke. I don't want to see you end up in a miserable way!"

There were still bursts of thrilling pain on the ankle. Chen Qingqing turned forward, but behind him, Yin Jingyun's voice came again.

"It's too late. I can't take back what I have paid! But you, since you know his character so well, you should know that he will never give up until he achieves his goal!"

Chen Qingqing paused slightly, turned around and smiled, "I know better than you! I have something to say to me, please tell Huo Tingyan. If he dares to talk nonsense about Shengxia and Ayan, I will let him see what the crazy Chen Qingqing is like. After all, the things he did eight years ago were not perfect!"

Yin Jingyun stood there and looked at Chen Qingqing's back as she left, desolate and stubborn, but her words were so powerful. Even after five years in prison, not everyone could learn the arrogance she exuded in her bones.

She thought, this was probably why Huo Tingyan liked her.

He actually looks strong and ruthless, but he feels very inferior. After all, he is an illegitimate son who the Huo family does not recognize.

After leaving the dynasty, Chen Qingqing took a taxi to the church by the sea. Every time she missed Ayan, she would go. When she saw the angel, she seemed to see Ayan still beside her.

As night fell, there was no light, and it was pitch black all around. Chen Qingqing was holding a candle in her hand, and the candlelight was shaking slightly.

She quietly pushed open the door of the chapel and walked inward step by step.

There is a grand piano in the chapel. She placed the candlestick flat on the piano, then sat down beside the piano, flipping the piano score with her fair fingertips, making a subtle sound.

She randomly stroked the black and white keys with her fingertips, but she could no longer play a complete song.

On a cold and quiet night, a beautiful and quiet woman, the dim candlelight scattered on her fair cheeks, casting a mottled shadow behind her, and her slender eyelashes were stained with a little mist, trembling slightly under the candlelight, like the beating starlight.

Chen Qingqing was completely immersed in her own world, and would rather lick her wounds than expose her fragility to others.

At this moment, she was isolated from the world, so she naturally did not notice the corner shrouded in darkness. The man leaned on the door of the church with a tall body, and then slowly approached her and squatted beside her.

He whispered, "Qingqing, are you okay?"
Chapter completed!