She really didn't need to know who the man was; for many years, she had treated him as if he were dead. Knowing or not knowing didn't matter, but the allure of "clearing her name" was too great for her to resist.
Yes, she couldn't live in this world forever under the false identity of An Ning, nor could she live like a rat forever, only able to survive in the darkness, where no light shone.
Her chest rose and fell for a long time before she finally, slowly, loosened her grip and let her go.
Upon seeing this, Yang Xueshan immediately tilted back her head and took a long breath, like a fish that had almost died, finally getting fresh water. The moment she was released, she started to breathe deeply and rapidly.
Ye Ning stared at her without speaking until her breathing finally stabilized. Then, with an icy look, she said, "Where is it?"
Yang Xueshan turned her head, "You haven't..."