"Why do you regret it? I never regret anything I have done."
Ning Jiu slightly raised her phoenix eyes, her eyes filled with calmness.
Di Qingchen gently closed his eyes and said, "But I thought you would regret it."
After hearing Di Qingchen's words, Ning Jiuwei said nothing. Her hand holding the hairpin became a little tighter, but for some reason, she didn't move.
The two of them fell into silent silence again, no one spoke anymore, only the candlelight kept jumping, leaving a bit of darkness.
Ning Jiu closed her eyes slightly, her mind becoming more and more chaotic. She knew that she should take action now, but there was something about what he just said that made her unable to do it.
Perhaps everyone has their own helplessness, but as for Di Qingchen, she had never noticed his helplessness. Thinking of this, Ning Jiuwei loosened her hand holding the hairpin.
"Di Qingchen, let me go. There is no way we can be together. Even if Qin Lin is gone, there is no way I will like you." Ning Jiuwei said softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Di Qingchen opened his eyes, his gaze flashed, he held Ning Jiuwei's waist tighter, stared at Ning Jiuwei with a burning gaze and said, "Unless I die."
"Why are you doing this? Why does it have to come to this point, Di Qingchen, I don't want to." Ning Jiu closed his eyes slightly and said softly.
Di Qingchen looked at Ning Jiuwei, his eyes sparkled with light, and he opened his thin lips and said, "Jiuwei, you are reluctant to let go, right? In fact, you have feelings for me. You just don't admit it, right?"
"no."
Ning Jiuwei said with firm eyes and a hint of coldness in her voice.
After hearing Ning Jiuwei's words, Di Qingchen closed his eyes. Then, he raised his hand and pulled Ning Jiuwei's right hand out from under the pillow before Ning Jiuwei could react.
And the sharp silver hairpin was exposed in front of the two people. Di Qingchen chuckled lightly, and with the bitterness on his lips, he said: "So, you have been prepared for it a long time ago, right?"
"You...you have always known? Then why do you still pretend that you don't know?" Ning Jiuwei looked at Di Qingchen in surprise, not daring to blink for a moment.
Di Qingchen stared at Ning Jiuwei with a pair of amber eyes, raised his hand and pushed the hair aside from her face, and said: "Because I have been prepared, from the time Qin Lin died, It’s already ready.”
"You...why did you do that if you knew it would be like this? Why?" Ning Jiuwei's eyes were a little scarlet and she asked with her emotions out of control.
"As long as I live for one day, I can't tolerate it. I can't watch you and Qin Lin being together. Therefore, I would rather you blame me, hate me, and kill me, so that I will never see you again." Di Di Qingchen said with a chuckle.
Ning Jiu took a deep breath and asked, "Are you crazy? Are you sick?"
"Jiu Wei, I know you hate me, so go ahead and die in your hands. I'm very happy." Di Qingchen's eyes were gentle and he said with a smile.
"You..." Ning Jiuwei looked at Di Qingchen's bright face and her hands shook.
But the scene of Qin Lin falling off the cliff suddenly came to mind. When he opened his eyes again, they were already cold. He clenched the silver hairpin in his hand and quickly stabbed Di Qingchen in the heart.
Feeling the sound that broke through the air, Di Qingchen closed his eyes, his expression was magnanimous, as if he was relieved after a fugitive was sentenced.
After waiting for a long time, Di Qingchen didn't feel any pain. He opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the silver hairpin that was only an inch away from him. Then he raised his head and looked at Ning Jiu's slightly frowning eyebrows, and was stunned for a moment. .
"You finally showed mercy to me." Di Qingchen's brows relaxed and he looked like a jade.
Ning Jiu frowned slightly and said nothing. She clenched her fingers and tightened them again. She kept telling herself not to be soft-hearted. He was the one who killed Qin Lin. No matter how beautiful his words were, she could not be soft-hearted.
And Di Qingchen's words rang in Ning Jiuwei's ears again, and he said softly: "Do it, you will regret it if you don't kill me. If you don't kill me, you will never get rid of me in your life. Even if you die, you will not be able to get rid of me." He can only be buried in the imperial mausoleum."
Hearing Di Qingchen's words, Ning Jiuwei's eyebrows jumped. She knew that what Di Qingchen said was true. If he didn't die, she would have to be buried in the royal palace.
"Still can't do it?" Di Qingchen's voice contained a sigh.
"Jiu Wei, you are still too kind after all."
As soon as the words fell, they were like a wisp of breeze, dissipating without a trace. Di Qingchen hugged Ning Jiuwei's waist and slowly put the silver hairpin into his chest.
The thin lips pressed against Ning Jiuwei's lips, with a scorching temperature but a desolate taste. A drop of crystal fell from the corner of his eyes, and he slowly left.
He said softly: "Jiu Wei, I love you more than myself, but I keep doing things that hurt you. I don't want to anymore, but I can't stop."
"Then, you will deal with me with your own hands. This is the most perfect ending for me."
After saying these words, Di Qingchen lay on the bed and became silent again. Blood gurgled from his chest and soon stained the bed sheets red.
Ning Jiuwei's eyes widened, and she didn't know when her hands were loosened. She didn't expect Di Qingchen to do this suddenly. She looked at the silver-white hairpin and closed her eyes.
"It's over, everything is over, they're all dead, ha~" Ning Jiuwei said, closing her eyes, her pale face, and a drop of tears fell on the bed, mixing with the blood.
"Qingchen, Jiuwei..."
Long Yurong stumbled open the door, panting and shouting anxiously.
However, the moment he opened the door, the scene that came into view made all the words stuck in his throat, and no sound could be made.
Di Qingchen was lying on the bed with his eyes closed tightly, a silver hairpin stuck on his chest, while Ning Jiuwei was sitting on the bed, her face pale and her hands stained with blood.
"Qingchen?"
Long Yurong didn't know how she took such heavy steps and how much courage it took to reach the bedside. With trembling hands, she felt Di Qingchen's breath.
No, there is no trace of breath left, the person is dead.
Long Yurong immediately fell to the ground, not caring about the cold temperature on the ground, because her heart was even colder, her son died in front of her eyes like this.
"Mother?" Ning Jiuwei came back to her senses, looked at Long Yurong, and asked with some surprise.
Hearing the voice, Long Yurong suddenly raised her head, clenched her fists, and stared at Ning Jiuwei with tearful eyes. After a long time, she slowly uttered a sentence.
"Did you kill the person?"
After hearing Long Yurong's words, Ning Jiu closed her eyes slightly, nodded, and said loudly: "Yes."