Yan Qingsi's words made the old man who originally wanted to speak unable to say a word. It felt like there was a thorn stuck in his throat. He felt unspeakably uncomfortable. He suddenly did not dare to look into Yan Qingsi's eyes.
Yue Tingfeng's eyes were sore, and he held Yan Qingsi's hand tightly, trying to give her some strength.
Yan Qingsi smiled and said, "I don't know if you have ever tasted that you may die at any time and it is so difficult to live for even a second. I have tasted it. I don't want to look back on those days in my life."
"I know you don't like me having such a stain, and I don't like it either. Sometimes I look down on myself. No one would want that kind of experience, but if I had to do it again, I would still choose that way. As long as I'm alive, at least someone will remember to send a bouquet of flowers to my mother's grave on Qingming Festival. If I die, who will still remember her?"
"After I die, no one will know that this woman Nie Qiuping was wrongly accused."
Once upon a time, all Yan Qingsi's obsession and all her support was to avenge her mother in her lifetime. As for herself, she never thought about it.
In the past days that she couldn't look back on, Yan Qingsi never gave up on herself. Although her life was not easy, how many people in this world had it easy? For those women in the red light district, everyone's life was black.
She only hid there for two months, but she could still come out of there, return to the country, and avenge her mother.
Now that she has met Yue Tingfeng and Madam Yue, and can trust her unconditionally, she is luckier than many people.
She has nothing to complain about.
The road before and the road in the future are all taken by herself. The road she has walked has already become a part of her life. No matter how reluctant she is to mention it, she will have to face it sooner or later. , but she didn’t expect that this day would appear in such a form.
The old man felt uncomfortable when he heard this. He wanted Yan Qingsi to stop talking and moved the corner of his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say it out.
Yan Qingsi's eyes were a little dry: "I have said before that I am not a kind person. In order to achieve my goal, I will do many things at any cost, so... you must feel disappointed in me, and I never gave you hope. .”
After Yan Qingsi finished speaking, she did not cry from beginning to end. It seemed as if she could no longer shed a single tear in her eyes.
Mrs. Yue was holding Yan Qingsi's arm. Her face was already covered with tears. It seemed that all the tears that Yan Qingsi could not shed flowed out of her eyes.
She yelled hoarsely: "What qualifications do you have to accuse her? Yes, we are all innocent. Qingsi can't compare with us, but we are only relying on our family..."
Yan Qingsi said calmly: "I have done a lot of bad things in country M. I have done probably everything you can imagine, and it may be exposed one after another in the future. In order to avoid this situation today, let me tell you in advance."
"I'm done, do you have anything else to ask?"
No one said anything, Mrs. Yue sobbed softly. She wanted to comfort Yan Qingsi, but she didn't know what else to say at this time.
Xia Anlan felt stabbing pain in her heart. When Yan Qingsi tore open her scar with her own hands, and listening to her voice, he seemed to see all the bloody wounds in front of him. The smile on her lips was like This is the greatest irony for these so-called relatives.