Even Memories Are a Sin

The wind suddenly stopped. The courtyard was silent, and only their heavy breathing could be heard.

However, at this moment, there was no ambiguity in the sound of their breathing. Instead, it was extremely tense, as if the thread connecting them was already on the verge of collapse.

Cold sweat seeped out from the depths of his skin. At this moment, not only Li Yinian, but even Qiao Yanze felt a bone-chilling fear, accompanied by an extremely ridiculous feeling.

Perhaps it was this absurdity that made him ignore the danger. He said in a low voice, "My father… He had many lovers when he was young…"

"Don't go on anymore," Li Yinian interrupted him. Her voice was almost pleading. She closed her eyes and trembled so much that her teeth were chattering.

"Yinian…" The man's voice was hoarse.

"Stop it," she repeated, as if the words had exhausted all her strength and courage. "I beg you to leave."