The screen shows him forcing her to jump off the cliff

  Qian Yu's big eyes stared straight into Ling's big eyes, and the two of them just faced each other like that. Suddenly, their rose-like red lips both had a hint of a treasured smile that only they could understand.

  Suddenly, a boundless blackness appeared above and a picture emerged. Qian Yu Xian and the soul lifted their heads together to look at the picture.

  "How could it be..." At the moment she saw the scene, Qianyu Xian's eyes widened in disbelief, her rose-like red lips slightly parted and her eyebrows furrowed as she muttered to herself.

  Her soul furrowed its elegant eyebrows, and her bright, watery eyes revealed a worried gaze as she turned to look at the person beside her with an expression of disbelief. The rose-red lips that seemed to be dripping with beauty slightly parted, and Qianyu Xian muttered to herself, "Another body..."

  On the black runway, a scene appeared with lightning flashing in the sky and heavy rain pouring down. A man in white stood not far from the edge of the cliff, his piercing phoenix eyes staring straight at the woman standing at the edge of the cliff, also wearing white. Her thin lips were slightly raised, and raindrops fell on her forehead, causing her snowy white jade skin to tremble. Underneath her white clothes, her delicate skin was dotted with raindrops. Her pale right hand grasped a sword, its blade stained with blood.

  The woman standing at the edge of the cliff near the man had blood on her lips, making her originally tender and lovely rose-like red lips look even redder, but also somewhat pale. Her hair was wet from the rain, and her bright eyes were filled with hatred as she stared at the man in front of her. Her white right hand grasped her left shoulder, where her originally white clothes had been stained red by blood. Due to the rain, the fresh blood dripped down her left arm, drop by drop, onto the ground.

  The man in the screen is Yan Yi, this time the screen is not like last time when Yan Yi appeared, Yan Yi's face is no longer blurred, it is very clear. The woman in the screen is Qian Yu Xian! And looking at the current form of the screen, everyone thinks that Yan Yi hurt Qian Yu Xian.

  Qianyu Xian couldn't believe it and didn't want to accept this reality, taking a step back. Her rose-like red lips curled up into a smile, her bright eyes filled with pleading as she looked at the soul beside her, "Soul, just because this scene appeared doesn't mean it's definitely Shenyi Shang's fault, right?"

  "Qian Yu Xian, haven't you given up yet? Do you really want me to kill you with my own hands?"

  Qianyu Xian's rose-red lips, slightly ajar like a rosebud, turned to look at the screen on the black walkway. The man's thin lips were slightly ajar, and his voice was as gentle and clear as a piano, saying: "The man's ink-like eyes looked at the woman in the picture without any emotion."

  The woman in the painting gave a desperate cold laugh at the man's question, her bright and clear eyes filled with hatred as she stared at the man in the painting. "Haha, Yan Yi, if I'm lucky enough to not die this time, then when I come back," she said slowly backing away, her bright and clear eyes still revealing a hint of hatred as she stared at the man in the painting, "you will definitely not be okay."

  As soon as the words fell, the woman's feet had already reached the edge of the cliff. The woman closed her bright eyes, and a crystal tear flowed from the corner of her eye, which couldn't be distinguished from the rain. Her body tilted backwards and she tumbled off the cliff. The woman's body continued to fall in mid-air, her eyes still tightly shut, her rose-like red lips slightly parted, without saying a word.

  But the thousand feathers and soul who were watching the scene heard a voice that was the same as theirs, repeating non-stop, "Yan Yi... I hate you... hate you... I won't forgive, absolutely won't..."

  The soul furrowed its eyebrows and stared at the woman in the painting, what's going on? The woman in the painting didn't speak, so why could they hear her voice? The soul furrowed its eyebrows and speculated, "Could it be that we're hearing our own heart's voice from within the painting?" After saying this, the soul turned its head to look at Qianyu Xian beside it.

  Qianyu Xian beside Ling's soul shook her head in disbelief, her rose-like red lips slightly open, repeating "Impossible... impossible..."

  The soul furrowed its brow and exhorted, "Another one... We must stay away from Yan Shi Zi. This time, the people in the painting spoke words that we heard clearly for the first time, not fragmented..."