บท 362: Adding Misery Upon Misery

Zhao Lingfu's mouth moved as if to explain, but a thousand words converged in her heart. When she opened her mouth, she didn't know which word or sentence to say.

Yes, it was her fault.

If she hadn't painted that painting, if she hadn't let her brother know she admired Fourth Young Master, how could it have led to such a disaster for Fourth Young Master?

She pursed her lips and silently stepped back.

The magma was more ferocious than Ghost Fire; as soon as she jumped, she would cease to exist.

But a large hand suddenly grabbed her.

It was Chu Yang.

Frowning slightly, he said, "Miss Zhao, I risked my life to save you just now. Now you want to seek oblivion again. Is that fair to me?"

Zhao Lingfu looked up, tears welling in her eyes. "But... but I can't face you all anymore."

"Don't cry," Nanli said impatiently. "Can crying solve the problem?"

Chu Yang turned his head. "Sixth Sister..."