No one would care, Ye Qingtang, whether she lived or died.,Ye Qingtang slowly closed her eyes, looking back on her life, filled with countless regrets.,He was a handsome, breathtaking man, his white clothes fluttering in the wind. He stood motionless by Ye Qingtang's body, gazing at the gaping hole that had been ripped open, the faint breath slowly dissipating from the wound.。