"What did you say? He fell from here?" Ying Wuqiu's voice trembled as he questioned.
His entire body went limp, and he knelt on the dirt.
Staring blankly at the edge of the cliff, his eyes widened in disbelief.
No, Ye Que couldn't have died like this, no way.
He didn't believe it; he couldn't believe that Ye Que was gone just like that.
The two brothers had just reconciled, and they still had so much to say, he hadn't even apologized or said sorry to him!
How could he just leave like that? Abandoning that family, how could he bear to leave?
His eyes unknowingly turned red, and a sudden heartache stung his chest, so bitter it made him want to cry.
He wanted to roar into the abyss below, wanted to call Ye Que back.
He couldn't just leave like this, he couldn't...
"How is that possible?" Tang Wanjun rushed over, grabbing Tang Shichu, hoarsely asking, "Big Brother, no, Ye Que wouldn't be in trouble, he wouldn't have fallen from here, he wouldn't, tell me, he wouldn't."
