The night was already dark, Ye Shaoyu tossed and turned, and he couldn't sleep no matter what. He simply rolled over and got up, put on a coat, and went to the courtyard.

The night was heavy, and the sky was like a black cloth, dotted with billions of stars.

Looking up at the bright starlight above his head, he couldn't help but think of that graceful figure in his mind.

He can never forget that day in the family competition, she was light and light, showing her edge, and easily defeated him; he can't forget that on the stage of the school assessment that day, she measured a hundred zhang of brilliance, and her elegance is peerless; and he can't forget that night in Yunshu Building, after she slowly unveiled the veil, she showed that stunning face.

Today, she is even in front of the Ye Mansion, a song of sainthood!

She was as bright as the brightest star in the night sky.

In just a few months, she seems to have been reborn, and she is no longer the low-grade girl she remembered in her memory.

But he still hasn't changed much.

Between them, there seems to be a widening moat.

A dull pain spread to his heart, and at this moment, he finally understood what he had missed.

He walked out of the courtyard at some point, like a walking corpse in the huge mansion. When he came back to his senses and looked up at the courtyard gate in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

This is Ye Linglong's yard.

He suddenly realized that he hadn't seen her in a while.

Pushing open the hidden door, Ye Shaoyu walked into Ye Linglong's courtyard. In the past, the yard was clean and full of flowers, but now it is messy, how can there be a shadow of the past?

In the room, a candle is lit that is about to burn out. A woman sat at a messy table with her hair down, her head bowed, her hands not knowing what she was doing, and her mouth popping out of her mouth from time to time was incomprehensible.

Ye Shaoyu pursed his lips, feeling infinite pity. used to dress himself up clean and beautiful every day, but now he looks like a beggar.

"Linglong... He called softly, his voice a little hoarse.

Hearing this, Ye Linglong slowly raised her head, her dull eyes gradually brightened, "Qingyang, are you coming to marry me?" She trotted forward and grabbed Ye Shaoyu's arm, happy like a swallow.

"Look, this is a wreath of flowers, is it pretty?" she held out her hand, and in her hand was a wreath of grass woven from withered grass.

"Linglong... Ye Shaoyu's face was painful.

"Qingyang, take me away, I don't like it here, take me away and fly away. Her gaze was crystal clear, filled with an infinite yearning for the distance.

Ye Shaoyu raised his head and suppressed the sadness in his heart.

Liu Qingyang died, the Liu family also collapsed, and Ye Linglong went crazy.

She's also a poor person.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in. ”

The maid who was in charge of taking care of Ye Linglong walked in, holding a basin of water in her hand.

"Young master, the slave is ready to wash the young lady. ”

Ye Shaoyu nodded and prepared to leave. But at this moment, Ye Linglong seemed to be crazy, rushed to the maid's side, grabbed the maid's hand, and hurriedly asked, "Jade, are you here, have you succeeded in poisoning?" The maid was startled and struggled, "Miss, you recognize the wrong person!"

Ye Shaoyu's breathing was tight, as if he had been struck by lightning.

His lips trembled, and he asked, "Linglong, what kind of poison are you talking about?"

Ye Linglong instinctively shrunk and shook her head and didn't dare to speak. Ye Shaoyu gave the maid a look. The maid stubbornly persuaded, "Miss, the young master is a good person, you can tell the young master." ”

Ye Linglong seemed to listen to the words of 'Mu Jade', "Of course, the poison is for Ye Qingchen." As long as Ye Qingchen is dead, I will be the most honorable eldest lady of the Ye family!"

Ye Shaoyu couldn't believe his ears!

He understood, he understood it all!

It turned out that these days, he had wrongly blamed Ye Qingchen. The death of Mu Jade, not to blame Ye Qingchen, is Mu Jade's own sin and cannot live!

In a trance, his ears echoed the abusive words he had said to Ye Qingchen at the beginning. Every sentence is like a tentacle that pulls him into the abyss of despair.

Ye Shaoyu's body staggered for a while, and he barely stood firm on the table next to him, feeling like he was falling into an ice cellar.

Turning around indifferently, the pity and sympathy in Ye Shaoyu's heart disappeared. Ye Linglong does not deserve sympathy, because her current fate is atoning for what she has done.

And he, Ye Shaoyu, finally paid a painful price for his youth and ignorance.

"I'm sorry... "The voice of sorrow, dissipated in the night wind, with all hope.