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The name 'Xiao-Qingcheng' was extremely beautiful, but who was she? She had never heard of Yang Liang getting married. She called him a 'gongzi' and seemed to be extremely familiar with him. However, there was an air of dust in her eyes, which made her lose the arrogance of a noble lady.

Yang Liang was indeed drunk, but he continued to mutter under his breath, "Ki-er, Ki-er …"

She looked at Yang Liang with such gentleness that her eyes were filled with gentleness. That sort of flirtatiousness was like a water lotus blooming in the sky, visible and untouchable. It was able to captivate men.

Sure enough, the eyes of many drunkards almost popped out of their sockets, even though the seductress wasn't charging towards them.

Seeing me staring at her in a daze, Xiao Qingcheng didn't feel awkward at all. It was as if she had already gotten used to my gaze.

Yang Liang still tightly held onto me, unwilling to let go. Xiao Qingcheng frowned and looked at me with slight astonishment. I hurriedly said:

"I'll help the girl carry him back to his house."

She still didn't smile. She just said with gratitude,

"Thank you, young master."

Xiao Qingcheng and I walked outside with the help of the drunk Yang Liang. She gently turned around and exclaimed as if she did not see me at all.

"Second brother, Qingcheng came out today in a hurry and didn't bring any silver taels with her. You keep the accounts and you will return it in due time."

The waiter had long been dumbfounded by the beauty's politeness. He nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice:

"Miss Xiao, there is no need for you to be so polite. It is my fortune to be able to come here often."

The waiter was right. If such a beauty came to the tavern often, it was unknown how many businesses she could attract.

Without saying anything along the way, Yang Ke only held onto me and didn't let go. Perhaps because he drank too much, his eyes were already misty. He just kept calling out from his mouth, "Ling'Er, Ling'Er …"

I didn't agree. I only put away my tears. To my surprise, the appearance of Xiao Qingcheng still hadn't figured out the relationship between the two of them.

Yang Liang's clothes were clean and his hair was not messy. He was completely different from those villagers. If it wasn't for his haggard appearance, it would be hard to tell that he was a lady's man.

Now, he finally understood that this must be the doing of Lady Qingcheng.

From the look in her eyes, it was clear that she loved Yang Liang. That kind of love had already transcended the mortal world. With her beauty, it would be easy for her to marry a noble son of the Wang family.

While I felt gratified for Yang Liang, a sliver of disappointment slowly rose in my heart. The road ahead was vast, and I didn't know where I was headed.

Yang Liang, with such a beautiful and well-mannered bosom friend accompanying him, I can't disturb his peaceful life any longer. If I bring harm to him, it will only bring more harm to Lady Xiao Qingcheng.

She didn't look at me. She only looked at Yang Liang with endless love in her eyes, as if Yang Liang's suffering was her suffering, Yang Liang's sin was her sin, Yang Liang was everything to her. It was a kind of love that was without hesitation.

All of these are things that I am unable to give Yang Liang. What I bring him is only endless harm.

Soon, they arrived at Yang Liang's residence, a small courtyard surrounded by three tile-roofed buildings and a small fence. It was slightly better than the cottage occupied by the local farmers.

Together, we helped Yang Liang onto the bed. I took a quick look around the house. Although it was just three old tiled rooms, they were all very clean. There was a main hall in the middle of the room, with a few chairs and a table, all very old but all very clean.

There was nothing on the table except a zither. Even in this kind of countryside, the zither was still wiped spotlessly clean, with a hint of an ancient luster.

There was no painting on the snow-white wall, only a flute quietly hanging on the wall. It was similarly spotless, but at first glance, the flute looked cold and desolate, as if it had not been used for a long time. It was Yang Liang's flute.

The eastern room was where Yang Liang lived. The western room was probably where Lady Laughing Qingcheng stayed, and because I was dressed in men's clothing, it was inconvenient for me to go there.

Xiao Qingcheng served me some tea and passed it to me. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was like the music of heaven, yet it carried too much loneliness with it:

"Many thanks for Young Master's help. Young Master, please have some tea."

I didn't take the tea. I glanced at her, then went back to the bed and looked at the drunk Yang Liang. The heroic look I had once had was still there in my eyes, but now it was filled with the vicissitudes of life.

With one last look, I turned around and said to Xiao Qingcheng:

"Thank you for your good intentions. Since young master is well, it's time for me to leave."

"Oh, my young master is lying drunk on the bed. I'm sorry, but I can't send you off." Qingcheng slightly bowed, her tone light and indifferent. She didn't try to keep me here.

There was no reason for me to stay any longer. Sorrow welled up from the bottom of my heart as I travelled a thousand miles to find East Lai. Unfortunately, the last bit of warmth I had in this world, the only resting place I had, had also belonged to someone else.

No, I have never been able to endure this sort of warmth. It did not belong to me in the first place, and I have never stopped being in this relationship before. I no longer have the qualifications to turn back, not to mention, I have no way of turning back.

In my heart, there is still that lingering figure — — Yang Guang. Even though he brought me endless harm.

As for me, I don't have any other reason to inflict such injuries on Yang Liang and Xiao Qingcheng. Time will be a good medicine and one day, Yang Liang's heart will definitely move for Xiao Qingcheng.

He turned around and left. However, a weak force caught the corner of his clothes. He laid on the bed and muttered:

"Ki Er, don't leave. You can't leave me behind again …"

Both me and Xiao Qingcheng were astonished.

What surprised me was that Yang Liang didn't open his eyes, but instead tugged at the corner of my clothes in his sleep, as if he knew that I was leaving.

She was surprised that Yang Liang would grab hold of a man and call him by the name that he always used to call in his dreams: Little Mu.

Very quickly, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Qingcheng's mouth. This is the first time I've seen her smile. With such coldness, perhaps the warmth from her smile was already completely given to Yang Liang.

Her smile was so beautiful that even the coldness of it couldn't affect her beauty.

"You're a woman?" She stared at my ears, surprised, but understanding.

I knew I couldn't hide anything from him, so I just nodded.

"Are you Miss?" "Young Master Yang, are you thinking of me?" She asked again, her voice trembling slightly, as though she was facing a great enemy. It was as though if I were to come, I would snatch away her Yang Liang.

My eyes reddened, and I nodded.

"I see." Xiao Qingcheng closed her eyes as two teardrops rolled down her face, but they did not fall onto her face. Instead, they stuck to her eyelashes. Even though they were both girls, my heart was filled with pity for them.

"Miss Xiao, it's not what you think —" Seeing the pain on her face, my heart felt even more sour. I wanted to explain, but no matter how I explained, I would pale in comparison.

Suddenly, she turned her eyes to the man and smiled coldly. There was hatred, resentment and fear in her eyes. She spoke word by word like she was crying.

"Miss Ling'er, it is all thanks to you that I am not going to pursue how you hurt him. Now, please leave, and please don't disturb our peaceful lives anymore. Please forgive him — he can no longer afford to be hurt again. Please, leave now, immediately, far, far enough for him to forget you. "

Her intense gaze gradually turned into a pleading look. Anyone who was faced with such a helpless expression would feel pity in their heart, even though jealousy was burning in her eyes.

"Lady Xiao, I have wronged you. I should not have come here, much less stayed here." Turning around, I brushed Yang Liang's hand away and dashed out.

Tears streamed down the face of Ying Yunpeng. It wasn't because he was crying for himself, but because he was moved by Xiao Qingcheng's love. To the two of them, I only felt guilt and endless guilt.

If it wasn't because of me, how could Yang Liang have fallen to such a state?

If it wasn't because of me, why would Qingcheng hear Yang Liang call out my name every night and shed tears over me?

All of a sudden, he started to hate himself. From the beginning to the end, he had been a selfish person.

As soon as he rushed out of the door, he heard Qingcheng's sorrowful cries from behind him.

"Miss Ling'er!" You can't leave! " Her voice was filled with bitterness and apology. Perhaps sending me away was her greatest apology to Yang Liang.

No, I will go, I must go, even though the road ahead is vast and there is no more shelter, even though Yang Liang still cannot let me go, I must go.

Otherwise, all of us will fall into an even more bottomless abyss.

'Bang! 'He felt as if he had hit someone, but was rebounded to the ground.

Qingcheng rushed out to support me, her eyes filled with tears. He seemed to resent and resent him, yet at the same time, he seemed to helplessly urge him to stay.

"If you leave, will he still be able to live?"

"Qingcheng?" Mo Qingcheng and I raised our heads. The person I bumped into was Lin Feng.

I looked at Lin Feng and saw the longing in his eyes. I immediately understood why he came to Dong Lai City.

Qingcheng did not care about the mountains and the rivers, and had come all the way here to find Yang Liang. Furthermore, Lin Feng had traveled thousands of miles to find her, so their relationship was very subtle.

"Qingcheng, I've finally found you." Lin Feng, who was dressed in black, and Lin Feng who was arrogant, no longer had the complacency of a young man on his face. He was staring at Qingcheng with a dazed expression, and his face was filled with the joy and boundless love of reuniting with her after a long time.

Lin Feng gently wiped away the tears on Qingcheng's face. His actions were so gentle that he didn't seem like a fifteen-year-old child at all. Instead, he was more like a little brother that doted on his sister.

Mo Qingcheng slowly pushed Lin Feng's hand away and called out:

"Young Master Lin Feng, when did you arrive?"

Lin Feng ignored Qingcheng's question and only looked at her face full of tears in pity.

"It's him. Did he make you feel wronged?" I already said, don't be with him, he won't give you happiness! "

The more Lin Feng spoke, the more excited he became. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and every word was spoken from the gaps between his teeth, "I must kill him!"