No one would care, Ye Qingtang, whether she lived or died.,At that moment, a golden light shot down from the sky and struck Ye Qingtang who was falling.,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.。