Upon hearing this, the security guard's expression changed slightly, and finally he reluctantly made an internal call, "There are two people who said they knew Mr. Gong and wanted to come in..."

Before the security guard finished speaking, Yi Jinli took the phone directly and said to the other end, "I am Yi Jinli. My wife Ling Yiran and I want to see Mr. Gong now. Please let Gong go."

Please answer the phone, sir."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. A moment later, Gong Beicheng's voice came, "Yi Jinli?"

"It's me. I'm sorry to disturb you so late at night. But by coincidence, I heard that you are in the cemetery now. My wife and I also happened to be outside the cemetery, preparing to take Xia Xi back to the hospital." Yi Jinli

He spoke calmly, as if he was having an ordinary conversation.

"Want to pick her up?" Gong Beicheng's voice seemed to be filled with displeasure.

"Otherwise? If something happens to her in your cemetery, I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to explain. After all, her matter is such a big deal now. If something happens to her in the cemetery again,

Then, I'm afraid the incident between your brother and her back then will be exaggerated by the media." Yi Jinli said calmly.

Gong Beicheng's voice seemed to have a hint of gritted teeth, "Yi Jinli, are you threatening me?"

"No, I'm just talking about a certain possibility." Yi Jinli said gently and authentically.

After a while, Gong Beicheng said, "Okay, give your phone number to the security guard, and I will ask them to let you in."

Yi Jinli smiled slightly and handed the phone to the security guard. After listening for a moment, the security guard ended the call and respectfully let the two of them into the cemetery, with one person leading the way.

When Ling Yiran saw Xia Xi, she was kneeling in front of Gong Nanting's grave, and around her were scattered incense and candles.

The Gong Beicheng couple and the cemetery security guards were standing around.

Gong Beicheng looked at Natsuki coldly and said sternly, "So what if you come to worship? If you kneel like this, will my eldest brother come back to life? He won't come back to life, never will. He wants to

It's not worth dying to protect a woman who doesn't love him at all!"

Natsuki was kneeling, motionless, like a sinner.

Ling Yiran stepped forward and walked to Xia Xi, "Let's go back."

Xia Xi slowly raised her head, her lips trembled and said, "I...want to finish lighting the remaining incense for Nan Ting here."

Ling Yiran glanced at the half-burned incense scattered on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Gong Beicheng's voice sounded again, "Xia Xi, what qualifications do you have to offer incense to my brother? If you hadn't told him in person that you didn't love her, how could he have been so despairing, and even ended up in that way?

Come and give up your life?!"

Each word was like the most piercing ice pick, stinging Natsuki's whole body.

Natsuki's body trembled, and she looked at Gong Beicheng with a pleading face, "Let me... give him the incense. I know that I am sorry for him, I am sorry for him!" If possible, she is willing to use her own

life in exchange for Nan Ting's life.

It turns out that the most cruel thing about God is that it was not until that person was no longer in the world that she realized that the person she cherished the most was that person!

Ling still couldn't bear it, so he said, "Mr. Gong, if your eldest brother really loved Natsuki, then I think the reason why he finally decided to use his life to protect her was not out of despair, but... he hoped that his beloved could be well.

Let’s live.”

Gong Beicheng looked cold.

Ling Yiran continued, "If your eldest brother, Quan Xia, knew that the woman he was protecting with his life was kneeling in front of his grave like this, but couldn't even offer incense, how would your eldest brother feel?"

Gong Beicheng's face began to look ugly.

After a moment, he looked at Natsuki with cold eyes, "If you really want to offer incense to my eldest brother, then kowtow a hundred times in front of his grave! Every time you kowtow, I will hear the sound!"

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

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

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

The sounds of kowtows were particularly clear in the silent cemetery.

Ling Yiran was worried. Xia Xi had suffered so much torture in the mental hospital. She was already weak and had many old and new injuries on her body. If she really kowtowed a hundred times, she would probably be severely damaged.

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

"I just gave her a choice, and she chose to be like this, just like everyone else!" Gong Beicheng said coldly.

"But she-"

At this moment, Yi Jinli pulled Ling Yiran and said, "This is Xia Xi's own choice. She has her own considerations in her heart. I know you want to help her, but this is what she is willing to do. Or, this is the only way to kowtow.

Only then can she feel better."

Ling Yiran was stunned and pursed his lips. After all, he didn't say anything more. Instead, he stood aside and waited quietly for the kowtow to finish.

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

"Xia Xi, please stop for a while. If you keep knocking like this, your body won't be able to bear it." Ling Yiran couldn't help but advise.

And Zhang Ya'er, who was standing next to Gong Beicheng, couldn't help but persuade her husband at this moment, "How about... let her burn incense. If she keeps kowtowing like this, maybe someone will die."

"Why, do you sympathize with her?" Gong Beicheng looked at his wife and asked.

Zhang Ya'er shook her head and said nothing. Although her husband usually loved her very much, she also knew that her husband's taboo was his eldest brother who died young. As long as his eldest brother was involved in everything, his emotions would be affected.

It's very easy to be affected.

Xia Xi said to Ling Yiran, "I can still continue. I owe Nan Ting a lot. Even if I kowtow ten thousand times, I am willing!"

After saying that, she continued to kowtow, seemingly not affected by the pain on her forehead at all. It seemed that to her, not being able to kowtow was what made her more painful!

When a hundred heads were kowtowed, Natsuki's pale face formed a sharp contrast with the bright red patch of forehead, which looked so shocking.

Natsuki looked at Gong Beicheng weakly and said in a hoarse voice, "Can I give him some incense now?"
Chapter completed!