But she has blamed Ye Fan for so many years.

"Ye Fan, I'm sorry"

On the banks of the West Lake, the sun sets.

Qiu Mucheng was dressed in plain clothes and a white dress, standing beside the West Lake, tears streaming down her face.

The blue waves are rippling, and the fiery sun burns the earth.

Another dusk, another sunset.

Qiu Mucheng thought again, whether it was the same evening and sunset when Ye Fan committed suicide with a sword that year.

Qiu Mucheng raised her head and stared directly at the scorching sunset.

At that moment, she saw a lot.

Seeing his cousin's engagement banquet that year, Ye Fan promised himself in a firm tone that from now on, no one in this world will make you feel wronged.

Seeing that rainy night, she knelt outside Shen's house in order to ask the young master of Shen's family to forgive her, but Ye Fan angrily called her stupid.

One calendar, one scene after another, rolled past her eyes like a slideshow.

There are sufferings and scenery.

There is loneliness and prosperity.

I laughed and cried.

But all the ups and downs, after all, are a thing of the past.

That man, never again.

Tears fell like rain.

Qiu Mucheng looked into the distance, the corners of her lips trembled slightly, and she whispered softly.

"Ye Fan, I miss you"

This call seemed to penetrate through the ages.

After finishing speaking, Qiu Mucheng slowly closed her eyes.

Then, with one foot, stepped into the West Lake.

Huh~

Suddenly, there was a wind.

There are ripples in the quiet water of West Lake.

Endless ripples radiate from all directions.

Qiu Mucheng, who was already desperate to die, suddenly found that her body, which fell in the West Lake, did not sink at all, but floated above the lake.

A lot of strength was released from those ripples.

Just like that on the surface of the lake, dragging Qiu Mucheng's body to prevent her from falling. JrNovels.com