Chapter 1093: I'm dead and no one remembers her

A word from Yan Qingsi made the old man who wanted to speak instantly unable to say a word. It felt like a thorn stuck in his throat, which made him uncomfortable. He suddenly didn't dare to look into Yan Qingsi's eyes.
Yue Tingfeng had sour eyes and tightly held Yan Qingsi's hand, trying to give her some strength.
Yan Qingsi smiled and said, "I don't know if you have tasted the taste that may die at any time. It's so hard to live for a second. I have tasted. In those days, I don't want to look back in my life.
"I know you do n’t like that I have such stains, and I do n’t like it. Sometimes I look down on myself. No one would want that experience, but if I do it again, I still choose that way. I am alive. At least on the day of Ching Ming Festival, someone remembers sending me a bouquet of flowers on my mother's grave. I am dead, who remembers her? "
"I am dead, and no one knows that Nie Qiutian was wronged."
Once, all the obsessions and support of Yan Qingsi were to avenge her mother in her lifetime. As for herself, she never thought about it.
In the past unbearable days, Yan Qingsi has not given up on herself. Although it is not easy for her to live, how many people in this world are easy to live. For the women in the red light district, everyone's life is black.
She was only hiding there for two months, and she could still come out from there, return home, and avenge her mother.
Today, when she meets Yue Tingfeng and Mrs. Yue, she can trust her unconditionally. She is luckier than many people.
She has nothing to complain.
The previous road and the later road are all taken by herself. The road she has already taken has already become a part of her life. Even if she is reluctant to mention it, this part will be faced sooner or later. However, she did not expect that this day would appear in such a form.
The old man felt uncomfortable in his heart. He wanted Yan Qingsi to stop talking, but his mouth moved, but he still couldn't say it.
Yan Qingsi's eyes were a bit dry: "I said earlier that I am not a good person. In order to achieve my goals, I can do many things at will, so ... you must feel disappointed in me, and I have not wanted to give you hope."
After Yan Qingsi finished speaking, she didn't cry from beginning to end, and her eyes seemed to never shed tears.
Madam Yue pulled Yan Qingsi's arm aside, tears were already on her face, and it seemed that tears that could not flow from Yan Qingsi's eyes all flowed out of her eyes.
She shouted with a dumb throat: "What qualifications do you have to blame her? Yes, we are all innocent, Qing Si can't compare with us, but we just fight at home ..."
Yan Qingsi said lightly: "I have done a lot of bad things in country M. I probably have done what you want, and maybe it will burst out in the future. In order to avoid this situation today, let me tell you in advance."
"I'm done, is there anything else to ask?"
No one snored, Mrs. Yue sobbed softly. She wanted to comfort Yan Qingsi, but didn't know what else to say at this time.
Xia Anlan's heart was tingling and hurting. When Yan Qingsi personally ripped her scar, he listened to her voice, as if all she saw were blood-stained wounds in front of her, and her lips were smiling, like It is the biggest irony to these so-called relatives.