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"No!" Ye Qingcheng said firmly, "No one harmed me. I died of illness. This kind of ending is best for everyone."

"Liar, you're lying, Aunt Qingshui told me everything." Jing Zhuozhuo did not believe Ye Qingcheng's words. She looked at Ye Qingcheng with a frown, her eyes bloodshot, and slightly shook her head.

"What did she tell you?"

"She said that you didn't die from sickness