Wan Qing bit her lips tightly, but her tears couldn't stop flowing down. Her aggrieved look aroused the animalistic spirit in her body. She leaned over and kissed Wan Qing, who was lost in grief.
Everything you want.
"Pa." A moderate slap sounded in the room where needles could be heard. The man touched his face, slapped Wan Qing hard, and stuck out his bitten tongue at Wan Qing's horrified look.
His eyes licked her face and went all the way down, biting her throat with a hint of revenge and teasing. His big hands unceremoniously tore the inner garment that covered her body.
Wan Qing struggled desperately but to no avail. The pain that penetrated her body was not as good as the long gash in her heart. She could have passed out, could have bitten her tongue and committed suicide, but she was awake and looking at the man with a happy expression on her body like a bystander.
Continuously galloping and accelerating. I never believed that there is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart, but how could I know that I only felt it when it happened to me.
After several violent attacks by the man, Wan Qing showed a relieved smile, loosened her bitten bloody lips, and fell into endless darkness.
In the darkness, she seemed to see an old woman holding a bowl of dark brown concoction, but she took it back when she wanted to take it. She shook her head firmly at her.
Because of the old woman's shaking head, Wan Qing suddenly woke up from the cold and shuddered. When she woke up, she found that it was a dark night with a bright moon and few stars, which was a good opportunity to admire the moon. However, things in the world are confusing, and I'm afraid that I am too.
I saw the moonlight for the last time.
Wan Qing moved her body slightly, and every inch of her muscles seemed to scream out the inhuman treatment it had received. Wan Qing used the power of the table to stand up, dragging her exhausted body, and tremblingly lit the fire in front of the table.
Candle, picked up the cloth that could still cover her body from the ground, her eyes fell on the knife not far away, but she could only smile bitterly. Even if she had the idea of suicide now, it was already too late. She should have known it earlier.
If you do it, you won't be tainted by others.
After resting for some time, her fatigue subsided slightly. Wan Qing called out a few times in a hoarse voice. She heard nothing except the empty echo in the room. She felt a little worried and raised her hand.
Candle, slowly and staggeringly walked towards the front hall.
After leaving the bamboo house, what he saw was the blood on the ground, mixed with the white snow. Qin Yi's eyes did not close in the end, looking at the sky and the earth with indescribable anger and indescribable misery.
Wan Qing knelt down and reached out to close her eyes. My sister will wait for me on the Naihe Bridge for a moment. When Wan Qing checks to see if the other sisters are okay, Wan Qing will come to accompany you right away.
Thinking of what had just happened, Wan Qing raised her eyes and looked at the building. The moon was already above the willows. Why were there no lights in the building? The uneasiness in her heart grew bigger and bigger. Wan Qing stood up in a hurry and staggered towards the building quickly.
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Tables and chairs were in a mess, and old sisters could be seen lying on the cold steps and on the ground, and their laughter could no longer be heard.
The entire Xiangyi Building seemed like an empty city, trapping her in it. And around her, there were erratic shadows, telling stories of unwillingness and suffering.
All Wan Qing's strength suddenly disappeared, and she slid down against the wall. The candle in her hand fell to the side. The candle flame jumped a few times, but it did not go out in the end.
Die, die, walk away, nothing is left. Nothing, nothing is left...
In the dim candlelight, Wan Qing relaxed and leaned on the cold ground. She couldn't cry or laugh. Even her sadness seemed to be gone. Her mind was empty and she couldn't think of anything.
After a long silence, only the wax oil slowly melted and spread, but the remaining warmth could not bring Wan Qing any warmth. The coldness from winter took away Wan Qing's temperature little by little. After a long time, Wan Qing issued a message
The low laughter gradually grew louder.
If someone happens to pass by at this time, they will hear the sound of crying or laughing coming from inside the building, and they may think that a female ghost is causing trouble and flee quickly.
Wan Qing, however, no longer cared about this. Her tears wet her disheveled hair unknowingly, and her original appearance could not be clearly seen on her already embarrassed face. She raised her eyes and looked at the man who carried the glorious moment of Xiangyi Building.
On the stage, he finally sighed, fumbled and raised the unextinguished candle, forced himself to stand up, and walked up the steps barefoot.
There are seventy-two steps in Xiangyi Building, one hundred and eight pavilions, and one hundred and twenty people. But now, the steps are still there, and the pavilions are still there, but there is only one person left. Wan Qing walked to the center of the building with familiarity.
On the stage, the guqin had already fallen to one side. Wan Qing slowly approached, put the candle aside, and straightened the guqin.
Sisters, Wan Qing will send you some more and will be here soon!
For a moment, the ten fingers moved together, the seven strings vibrated continuously, and the heartbreaking music suddenly sounded in the empty Xiangyi Building, and it lingered for a long time.
At the end of the song, all seven strings were broken, and dots of red plums fell on the piano surface, sliding into the rhyme marsh along the slight cracks.
Wan Qing fell to the ground slumped, tears falling unconsciously, until the hot wax dripped on Wan Qing's fingertips and dried quickly. The slight heat made Wan Qing turn her eyes numbly and jump.
In the candlelight, she seemed to see the beautiful and snake-hearted Aunt Lin, the ruthless man, and the sisters who stayed with her.
Aunt Lin, you kicked Wan Qing out of the house, are you satisfied with what Wan Qing has become now? If you are in the underworld, remember to wait for me. We should also clear some accounts. Otherwise, I will be reluctant to leave.
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Qi Weiming, if you are not dead, I will curse you to be haunted by ghosts every night and let you taste the evil consequences you have sown.
Sisters, if there is an afterlife, Wan Qing will thank you very much!
If there is an afterlife, Wan Qing will definitely transform into a man, kill the foreigner, eat his flesh, drink his blood, and sacrifice his sisters!
I swear now, I don’t know if it’s sooner or later...
Wan Qing smiled bitterly and stretched out her hand to grab something, but couldn't grab anything. In the end, it turned into an invisible smile on her lips. Her arm slid down and fell to the edge of the candle, and her slender fingers gently touched it.
Lighted the unburned candle.
No matter sooner or later, all the love, hate, obsession, grievances and grudges will eventually turn into a handful of ashes...
But I hope that in the next life, someone will remember to place the ashes so that he will not end up as a lonely ghost.
The next day, the once-splendid Xiangyi Building was no longer visible in the imperial capital. Only the curling gray smoke and black charcoal whispered about the past. The numb people had long forgotten to make any reaction, and just stared at the raging
Little by little, foreigners take away everything they own, little by little destroy the royal capital they admire, little by little they turn the prosperous place into the underworld...