Jiang Yue kowtowed halfway up the mountain, her whole person was no longer good, her lips were blue, her knees no longer had any sensation, and the whole person knelt on the cold ground, only feeling that the ground was shaking like a mountain, and her body was like a branch swinging in the wind, which could be broken at any time.

She whispered, "Can I take a break?"

She asked in a whisper.

The monk didn't reply to her, and Jiang Yue was still begging, "Just rest for a while."

"One less step, the Buddha will not be able to pray for this blessing."

"But I really don't have the strength anymore."

"I'm sorry, donor."

When Jiang Yue heard the monk's words, she knew that she was not allowed to stop, she knelt there and was silent for a few seconds, so she could only continue to move her legs forward, try hard, and take a step forward.

The monk had already followed her all the way, and after watching her move her body with difficulty, he stood for a while, and then did not guard her anymore, but went directly up the mountain.

As soon as the monk left, a black car was driven on the slope of the mountain, the car stopped behind Jiang Yue, about four or five meters, Jiang Yue didn't notice it, she only walked forward with difficulty, and after taking a step on her unconscious legs, her whole person began to fall, and the next second, Jiang Yue's body fell into the snowdrift.

The person sitting in the car just watched, and the driver also stared at the person lying in the snow in front of him, and he asked, "Mr. Zhang...... It's going to be ......."

In the past, this word has not been said completely, Zhang Liuling, who was sitting in the car and watching, had already opened the car door, he got out of the car, and walked towards the person in the snow in front of him, and after reaching the person's side, he squatted down and picked the person up from the ground.

Jiang Yue's whole person was so weak that she didn't have the slightest strength, let him hold her, her hands hung down on his waist, her legs hung on his arms, her face was whiter than the snow in the mountains, and she looked at him with tears like that.

Zhang Liuling didn't look down at her, and after picking her up, he took her and turned around and walked towards the car, and the driver opened the door.

In a few minutes, the black car quietly departed from the mountains.

After the car drove into the city, and then drove into a villa, in the villa, Zhang Liuling got off the car with people, after the driver opened the door of the villa, he carried the person into the villa hall, not long after, the door was closed, and the driver turned back into the car.

There was a servant in the villa, and when the servant saw someone coming, he immediately walked over and went to Zhang Liuling's side.

Zhang Liuling commanded in a low voice, "Bring clean and warm clothes."

The servant saw that the person in his arms was already soaked, nodded, and hurried to find it, and after going upstairs, Zhang Liuling carried it to the bathroom, and the servant brought clothes.

Then he said to the servant, "Give her a bath." Then carefully place the person in warm hot water.

Jiang Yue's entire body was immersed in hot water, and she felt that her frozen blood seemed to be starting to warm up, and she soaked her clothes in the fish tank, holding herself in both hands and shrinking in a corner without moving.

Zhang Liuling stood next to the fish tank and watched her for a long time, and finally walked out of the bathroom, where the maid removed the soaked clothes on Jiang Yue's body, and after Zhang Liuling went to the bathroom, he waited in the bedroom room, he stood by the window, looking at the snow outside the window.

He waited for half an hour, and there was movement at the door of the bathroom, and when he looked back, he saw the picture of Jiang Yue standing not far away in clean clothes after taking a bath.

The maid knew that her business was done, and that she could not stay any longer, so she quietly left the room.

Jiang Yue looked at Zhang Liuling, and Zhang Liuling was also looking at her.

Jiang Yue's eyes were full of tears, telling her emotions, her grievances, her helplessness, and her sadness.

Her whole body collapsed, as if she had no strength to bear it, and walked slowly towards him, and when she was only half an arm's length in front of him, she stopped again.

Her pale face had regained its blood color, but her usually gorgeous lips, which seemed to have been let go of blood, were red with a layer of white, and in the center of her full lower lip, there were two tooth marks that she bit out, and there were two obvious finger marks on her chin

Imprint.

There is a mark of brutality in that ambiguity.

She whispered, "Uncle Zhang......"

Her voice was so low that it was out of tune, and her eyes with tears were telling him about her grievances and sorrows.

She was still shouting, "Zhang, Uncle Zhang......"

She just made him feel distressed, constantly making him feel distressed, that expression, that shouting name, that voice with extreme restraint.

At the moment when she shouted Uncle Zhang again, Zhang Liuling took a step towards her, and when he came to her, he pulled her into his arms very hard.

After Jiang Yue was pulled into his arms, her body was nestled in his arms in a soft and weak posture.

But she was still looking up at her, tears rippling in her eyes, like beads with broken threads, and there was a deep sorrow that could not be dissolved.

In the next second, Zhang Liuling lowered his head and kissed her lips, Jiang Yue was kissed by him, and his lips were thick, and he also held his lips.

Zhang Liuling was no longer as rough as the previous time this time, but tossed and turned gently, little by little, and her lips soothed her.

Jiang Yue whimpered twice between his lips, and after two whimperes, tears slid down her cheeks to the corners of their lips.

In an instant, Zhang Liuling's kiss deepened, Jiang Yue's hand grabbed the placket of his clothes, and the whimpering sound was swallowed up by him.

After almost ten minutes, Zhang Liuling finally let go of Jiang Yue's lips and teeth, and at the moment of release, Jiang Yue was still looking up at him, her lips finally became red, and the tears had completely stopped, but the whole face was still like a delicate flower with teardrops.

She didn't say anything, but her moist eyes were already saying a thousand words.

She's saying that she feels sorry for me, she feels sorry for me.

His hand wiped the tears from her face, his fingers brushing against her chin, her eyes twinkling twice, and it was a glint of pain.

She was trembling, but she didn't stop him from touching the painful finger marks on her chin, letting him caress them.

"Who touched it?"

Jiang Yue blinked her eyelashes twice, and didn't want to say it, but she still said, "Jiawen...... He was drunk."

At this, she lowered her eyes, and her eyelashes were wet.

"What do you have to cry about, what you did made the old man's body deteriorate rapidly, do you think you are innocent?"

"Uncle Zhang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

She admits her mistakes, as if she knows that she has done something wrong, and she regrets it.

Zhang Liuling knew that she deserved it, but he still couldn't see her trapped in the whirlpool of the Zhang family, and she couldn't see her living in the heat of water because of what she did.

He still couldn't restrain himself from feeling sorry for her and comforting her.

Distressed, soothing, he thought of these four words, and he laughed, laughing at himself.