There was not even the sound of birds singing, and there was a silence like death.

Ye Jiangxue, Yan Junqing's status in your heart is indeed extraordinary. How many shadow guards have you hidden in such a dead mountain forest?

Finally, in a secluded place with flowers, they found Ling Qingya’s cemetery.

Perhaps because I don’t know the name, a few big words are engraved on the tombstone, “Yan Junqing’s brothers”!

The little fox has a good IQ. At least he can guess that he is Yan Junqing's relative when he sees someone who looks exactly the same as Yan Junqing...

Yan Junqing looked at the six simple and unpretentious words on the tombstone and his mouth twitched.

"Young Master!" Hua Qianmo, who was silent all the way because of Yan Junqing's silence, exclaimed and rushed over when he saw Ling Qingya's cemetery.

Before I could speak more, I was already crying.

The longing and pain suppressed in the heart burst out in an instant, and Hua Qianmo didn't care about others and trembled all over.

The face that was well-stocked because of the mysterious ice in the past has finally been buried in peace and turned into a piece of loess...

No more, Ling Qingya is gone, and she just disappeared into this world.

Leaving her in such a tragic and violent way.

Looking at Hua Qianmo's painful appearance, Yan Junqing lowered his head and then stared at the stone tablet with unbearable pain.

He was the one who should have been humiliated back then, and it had nothing to do with Qingya.

Qingya's responsibility for his death lies with him. He was unable to fulfill his promise to protect Qingya, so that he died tragically there.

The pain that had already spread in the heart, sprouted and spread out again.

In this world, not all thoughts will fade away with time. Some thoughts will become deeper and unforgettable because of the length of time, and will be deeply engraved.

Hua Qianmo knelt in front of Ling Qingya's grave, trembling all over, and tears were like scooping river water.

It took a long time, and the sun gradually sets westward at noon, and the wild flowers that bloomed were withering. It took a long time, and Yan Junqing had already numbed half of her body. She looked back and said in a cold voice: "Your Highness, please swear in front of the young master's grave that you will never do anything that hurts me, so I promise you to heal Ye Jiangxue."

Yan Junqing raised his eyes and thought that it was in front of Qingya's tomb, Hua Qianmo would never go back on his word, so he nodded silently.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly looked up and said, "I can promise you, but you must also swear that you can't hurt Jiangxue."

Hearing the firmness in Yan Junqing's words, Hua Qianmo immediately swore: "I, Hua Qianmo, swear in front of the young master's tomb today, that I will definitely not hurt Ye Jiangxue."

After listening to Hua Qianmo's oath, Yan Junqing raised his fingers with briskness and solemnly: "I, Ling Qingyu, have sworn in front of Qingya's tomb that I will never hurt Hua Qianmo."

After saying that, Yan Junqing slowly stood up, looking at Hua Qianmo with calm eyes without any emotion.

"Your Highness, let's go back. I will treat Ye Jiangxue as soon as possible." Hua Qianmo lowered his head slightly, and a ruthless look flashed across his mottled bare face.

After receiving Hua Qianmo's promise, Yan Junqing stopped talking. He wore a white dress and fluttered under the morning glow. He walked in front with great strides, wanting to go back earlier to tell Ye Jiangxue.
Chapter completed!