Ultimately, Chen Yuan did not kill Wei Jinyu.
After splitting the tombstone, deep underground at about ten-zhang deep, he found Ling Yinrong.
In the dark and deep underground tomb, there was no light.
But Ling Yinrong appeared so vividly clear.
Her eyes were tightly shut, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, still carrying a contented smile.
Dried blood stained the front of her hastily found shabby long robe.
Chen Yuan stared at her, somewhat at a loss.
He wanted to laugh but could not, wanted to cry but could not; in the end, it took almost all of his strength to squeeze out a smile.
"Sister, I'll bring you to a safe place."
Saying this, Chen Yuan's hands trembled slightly as he wiped the blood and dirt off her body.
He did it very meticulously, his movements not daring to go out of bounds.
Wei Jinyu squatted on the ground, watching Chen Yuan busy himself in the tomb, her gaze falling on Ling Yinrong.
