CHAPTER 1202: CHAPTER 238: NEGOTIATING WITH A TIGER FOR ITS SKIN, SUBSTITUTING PLUM FOR PEACH (PART 7)

Mingyue frowned and glanced at Yun Ya. Yun Ya closed her eyes, suddenly feeling a bit weary, and turned around: "I’ll leave the rest for you to handle."

"Okay."

"Help... help me...." A weak voice suddenly rang out.

Yun Ya turned her eyes sideways and saw that it was Xiao Bao’er speaking. Xiao looked thoroughly disheveled now.

Yun Ya thought for a moment, then stepped toward her and squatted down beside her.

Xiao Bao’er grabbed the hem of her dress, crying, "I’m sorry... I was wrong... please forgive me...."

Yun Ya sighed and covered her with the torn clothes she had, shielding the vital parts, "People must be responsible for their own choices. You should have expected this day when you chose to collude with Ye Xiaoxiao. You only knew Ye Xiaoxiao would repay minor grudges, but did not know that I, Ji Yunya, am even more so."

Xiao Bao’er had never regretted so much. All she wanted now was to leave here; she didn’t want to stay here for even a moment, "I beg you...."

Yun Ya looked at her with compassion, "I hope you learn a lesson."

After her words, she slowly stepped back, ignoring Xiao Bao’er’s pleas, and indifferently turned to leave.

She had the ability to prevent Xiao Bao’er’s tragedy, but why should she do it? Everyone should be responsible for their actions. If it hadn’t been Xiao Bao’er and Ye Xiaoxiao conspiring against her, the one in this dire situation today would have been her. So why should she be soft-hearted?

Some say she is too kind, some say she is too cruel... Sometimes she is also conflicted within herself. Just now, for a moment, her heart did soften, but she quickly suppressed those emotions.

She never needs those unnecessary sympathies.

She is not a saint; she is a demon from Hell.

The screams behind her grew more distant as she stepped over the threshold and saw a tall figure standing at the door waiting for her. Hearing footsteps, the person turned to look at her. His dark eyes held great concern, but upon seeing her, they immediately masked it, as if the sun covered by clouds suddenly burst free, flooding with sunlight.

That sunlight seemed to shine upon her heart, slightly sour and bitter. Her eyes felt somewhat sore, but she exerted all her efforts to hold back her emotions, raising a big smile to look at him as he walked towards her. He had finally grown into the image in her memories, dignified and handsome, those distant memories fluttering from the gaps of time, filling her mind, tugging at her heartstring, faintly stinging.

Yan Song walked over and gently rubbed her head, "What’s wrong?"

Yun Ya threw herself into his embrace, tightly wrapping her arms around his waist: "Brother Yan.... You are my sunshine, my hope..."

Yan Song lowered his gaze, pursed his lips while looking at the top of her head, and suddenly encircled his arm around her waist, lifting her up: "Let’s go home."

Everything was understood without words.

Unseen, snowflakes started to drift down from the sky, covering the two completely. Yun Ya looked up at the sky and caught a snowflake, her eyes somewhat unfocused: "So crystal clear, so pure...."

Yan Song hugged her tightly, wrapping her securely in his coat: "In my heart, you are always the purest."

"Even if I’ve done unforgivable things?"

"They deserved it."

"I even killed people."

"Those who bullied you should all go to Hell."

"Brother Yan, it’s so good to have you."

"You kill, I pass the knife, as long as you’re happy."

In a deep voice, he slowly spoke. Yun Ya nestled against his chest, feeling the vibrations. Despite the icy world, she was full of warmth.

"Yun Ya."

"Hmm?"

Yun Ya felt a bit tired, gradually closing her eyes.

"I love you."

In this life, I will never leave you again, love and cherish you, protect and pamper you, even if many people and things change, my heart loving you will never change.

Yun Ya laughed with a "giggle," snuggling further into his arms: "I love you too...."

Yan Song lowered his gaze and looked at her rosy cheeks, smiling as he shook his head.

Is this a dream or not; he no longer wishes to think.

He only wants to hold her and walk on this path, going on tirelessly from youth to old age...

He held the person tightly in his arms, a sigh gently escaped his lips, floating in the world, so much wear and tear, so much gratitude!

The snow fell heavier, gradually covering the trail of footprints left behind on the snowfield, soon hidden by new snow.