"Aye, why did you come in?"

Zi Qingge's voice came from behind, and Liu Ye turned around suddenly. He stared straight at Zi Qingge's face for fear that he would be angry. This was his lover's cemetery, and it was already rude for him to come in without permission. If he was scolded, it would be natural.

But why does it make me so uncomfortable to breathe when I think of being used as a substitute?

Zi Qingge looked at Liu Ye, her eyes fixed on Liu Ye's face. She was ...