Shangguan Qianyu unconsciously walked to the window.

The other parts of the room are spotless, but there is dust on the piano.

Shangguan Qianyu walked over, his hand gently stroked the piano, and a soft sound was heard. The master said, "The donor is indeed Aegean!"

Shangguan Qianyu turned around: "Why did Master say that?"

The master smiled and said, "Although you were unconscious that day, your breath was disordered. Miaoqing used various methods to help you regulate your internal system, but it was useless. Later, she used the sound of the piano to comfort her and it worked. So during those days, Miaoqing would play the piano for you every day!"

Shangguan Qianyu felt as if he was struck by lightning, and his heart was shocked endlessly.

Is the sound of the piano in the dream not in the dream, but because someone is playing the piano for him in his coma? It is a life-saving sound, a soothing sound, so he will always remember it?

There was an answer in his heart that was about to come out, but it also made his heart even more uncomfortable and more depressed.

He had long felt that the person who played the piano in his dream might not be Xia Zirou, but someone else. Now, everything is clear.

Why did Xia Zirou lie to him?

Why did you lie to him that she saved him?

He has never doubted it for so many years.

Shangguan Qianyu turned his head to look at the master and said anxiously: "Master, can you tell me that the layman Master Miaoqing's family is Yan?"

The master said in surprise: "The donor guessed correctly, Miaoqing's surname is indeed Yan."

Shangguan Qianyu's mind suddenly became blank. There was a roar after another roar in his mind. He saw the master talking, but he could not hear anything.

He stood there blankly, standing blankly, Miaoqing's surname is Yan? Miaoqing is Yan Qingrui?

He still held a faint glimmer of hope and said, "Can this be the Yan family temple?"

The Master said, "Mencius do not care about their secular surnames, but the donor who had invested in this temple to donate and build seemed to be the surname Yan!"

Shangguan Qianyu's body shook a few times, and he felt a knife in his heart, piercing it, pulling it out, piercing it in, pulling it out, pulling it out again.

It hurts, it hurts very much!

It seems that something has been torn and cannot be repaired.

Originally, there was only empty, but the empty heart suddenly felt a sharp pain, a sharp, clear pain.

What did he do?

He cared for Xia Zirou, but what did he do to his true life-savior?

Is it the broken courtyard, Is it not to ask?

Is it just that divorce book, is it a clean and cold face?

Is it that lonely grave that is alone against the lonely moon?

He is not distinguished from good or bad, and he has no eyes!

As the leader of the Shadow Pavilion, he should have carefully investigated the matter at that time, but he believed Xia Zirou too much and did not doubt her words, so that he would repay his benefactor in this way?

How can one be a human being if one repays one's kindness with grudges?

Shangguan Qianyu's face was pale and his face was shaking. The master said in surprise: "Donor, what's wrong with you?"

Shangguan Qianyu's body shook twice, and he opened his mouth and spurted out blood.

Heartache, no more than this!!

But, it's too late, it's too late!

Yan Qingrui has become a charred corpse in the grave. Even the whole corpse cannot be saved. What else can he do?

He has always read the wrong person and trusted the wrong person. The person he should trust the most is hurt by him.
Chapter completed!