Watching Yeh Huang fall into that endless abyss, Long Linger was completely unable to accept it. She sat dazed at the edge of the cliff. If it weren't for Ma Xiaoqiong holding on to her tightly, she would have jumped down by now.
"Xiao Qiong, don't stop me, I want to jump down, I want to jump down!"
Ma Xiaoqiong simply lay on the ground, hugging her waist. If she jumped, she would definitely drag Ma Xiaoqiong down with her. Ma Xiaoqiong didn't have the strength to bear it; like Long Linger, she had deeply loved Yeh Mohan and was also enduring the pain of being deceived by him once more.
"Lingling, Lingling, don't do this, please? It's all my fault. If I hadn't foolishly let go of Yeh Mohan, none of this would have happened. If you want to jump down, I'll jump down with you. Anyway, if you die, I have no face to live in this world." Ma Xiaoqiong sobbed.
