"If I didn't tell the elder brother, the elder brother would not have sent Ximen Wenyan to Youxian Village to kill you, and the more than 100 lives in Youxian Village would not have died innocently."
Yu Ning pressed her hands tightly to her chest, sobbing hard: "It's all my fault, and it's my fault, so God punished me for losing my child. I should have made atonement for myself, because I was greedy for life and afraid of death..."
After Yu Ning finished speaking, she suddenly pulled hard, and the silk thread on which the beads were strung broke suddenly, and the one hundred and eight red sandalwood beads fell to the ground like a cold rain urging lotus leaves.
Yu Ning stared blankly at the scattered Buddha beads, suddenly pulled a silver hairpin from her head, closed her eyes, and stabbed it towards her heart!