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He frowned and drank it all in one gulp.

Time will wipe away all the scars, and it will also ease all the sadness.

Ever since the death of Qin Wan, he had never once had any feelings for him.

Qin Ling seemed to be the only thing that mattered in his life.

Zhao Yuqing flipped open the poem. It was as if Qin Ling's smile and voice was imprinted on it. His lips faintly curved upwards.

Qin Ling was like his own brother, no, even more so than his own brother.

He watched Qin Ling grow, step by step.

After Qin Wan left, only Qin Ling remained by his side in his world, silently caring for him every day. It was also because of this ray of sunlight that he didn't fall into darkness.

Unfortunately, even the Heavens had to deprive him of his final hope.

Qin Ling's talent was well-known, and because he wrote well, he was sought after by many people.

At that year's Lantern Festival, Qin Ling wrote a poem and attached it to the lanterns.

It was this lantern that made Qin Ling recognize Liu Ruyun. It was also because of this lantern that killed Qin Ling and caused him to lose that man who was filled with sunlight.

He was really careless.

At that time, Qin Ling excitedly told himself that he fell in love with a girl.

He stood beside the desk and thought for a long time. Qin Ling had also reached the age when love was first developed.

Suddenly, he realized that it had been a long time since he had thought about Qin Wan.

He watched Qin Ling look at the girl with tender eyes everyday and secretly send her home. Every day, Qin Ling would pick and choose some books and pens with special patterns printed on them. He would solemnly write down a love poem, and after some deliberation, he would choose the one he was most satisfied with to give to his beloved girl.

He looked at Qin Ling, who was full of passion every day. He was genuinely happy for him, but at the same time, he felt an indescribable feeling.

It just so happened that Zhao Yusheng mentioned that he wanted to go out and relax. Of course, Zhao Fu's mother gave him her consent without any conditions, so he also packed up his emotions and accompanied Zhao Yusheng out the door.

Zhao Yusheng rarely went out. As he walked on the street, he felt an inexplicable resistance towards the people coming and going.

Looking at his brother's appearance, he thought of Qin Ling for some reason.

Why? How could the two of them be so different?

Zhao Yusheng did not often get the chance to go out, let alone walk this far. So even though he had a gloomy face, it could be seen that his eyes were glowing. Compared to his usual lifeless self, he seemed somewhat lively.

"Hur Hur Hur Hur." The delicate laughter of a group of girls came from far away.

They looked over and saw a group of girls wearing green and red slowly walking over from afar with beautiful smiles on their faces.

In order to avoid trouble, they secretly hid behind the bushes.

After the girls had left, they turned around and went home.

After a few days, heaven entwined with this group of people

"Brother, I want to marry her." Zhao Yusheng pointed to the person on the portrait and said to him. Because he was severely ill, his usually dispirited little brother seemed to be somewhat excited at this moment.

"Who?" He was also slightly curious about who it was. With his younger brother's character, who could it be to have a girl he liked?

"It's Liu Family Lady Liu Ruyun."

How could it be her!?

When he heard his younger brother's reply, he was naturally extremely shocked. Because Qin Ling also liked this Miss Liu Family, Liu Ruyun.

It was only then that he remembered that on that day, there was this Miss Liu Family among the group of ladies.

He was a bit selfish. If this girl was willing to be with Qin Ling, then even if he failed his little brother, he would still help them and eventually become their family.

The younger brother's body became weaker and weaker. After the doctor diagnosed him, he didn't say anything.

He went to see his brother, who was already in bed and unable to move.

His younger brother was already as thin as a bone as he laid on the bed. He felt as if he would stop breathing in the next moment.

He still remembered how his younger brother had stared at him with eyes that were bordering on paranoid. "Brother, I want to marry her. Even if I die, I want to marry her."

Father and Mother Zhao felt helpless. They only wanted to fulfill their son's last wish.

Since it was not convenient for him to go out with his younger brother's body, and because he was extremely similar to his younger brother, Zhao Shu and his father begged him to go to Liu Family to propose marriage in his younger brother's place.

If Liu Ruyun despised the poor and loved the rich, he thought to himself, then she would fulfill her brother's wish if she chose to marry him.

Such a snobbish girl might not be suitable for Qin Ling.

So he agreed.

Thus, in the end, he lost Qin Ling.

In the countless days and nights after Qin Ling's death, Zhao Yuqing simply didn't know how he managed to persevere. Every night, as he lay on his bed, he would think of that youth covered in sunlight and how that youth had called out to him with a smile. Every time before he touched the youth, the youth would turn back into the swollen corpse that was covered in mud and blisters. His eyes were wide open and filled with fear.

He had always wondered if that youth would resent him and hope that he could save him before he died.

There was a time when he could not sleep at all. He was afraid to see the boy in his dreams, and even more afraid that his sister would scold him.

When the youth's sister entrusted the youth to him before she died, he swore that he would protect the youth for the rest of his life.

But what did he do now? He could only watch helplessly as the young man's body was salvaged out. Then, he could only look at the corpse, at a loss of what to do.

Not only did he fail Qin Wan, he also failed Qin Ling.

Every time he closed his eyes at night, the images of Qin Wan and Qin Ling would constantly appear in his mind. Sometimes, when they were young, or when they were at their prime, what made him most uncomfortable was that he would remember Qin Wan's last moments before her death, when Qin Ling died. If he didn't need hatred to fill that time, he felt that he probably …

"Eldest Young Master, Hong Xiu is here." A servant carefully knocked on the door and said.

Zhao Yuqing tidied up the things on the table and calmed himself down. He walked to the door and opened it with a swoosh.

Hong Xiu was kneeling on the floor. When she heard the door open, she couldn't help but flinch. His hands were shaking, and he didn't even dare to raise his head.

"Take her to the house over there." Zhao Yuqing stared at Hong Xiu for a while with a dark expression.

"Yes." The servant obeyed and dragged Hong Xiu to a small dark room at the side.