The girls in Huaichun are all the same, the most direct and pure, and Chu Yuyao is not.

The entire Protector Mansion was shrouded in a jubilant atmosphere, and the Protector Mansion took Chu Fengqing, Mrs. Chu, and Chu Hongyu to the Chinese New Year's Eve Palace Banquet, and the Protector Mansion without the master was even more relaxed and comfortable.

Chu Yuyao in the Buddhist hall listened to the bursts of laughter and firecrackers coming from outside from time to time, and felt as if she had been forgotten.

Maybe just going to kiss can't crush her, she still wants to fight, but this feeling of being abandoned by her loved ones makes her despair, and there is no hope anymore, she only has hatred in her heart now, and she only thinks of revenge! She thinks that although she may not be able to get the Protector Mansion to bury her with her as soon as she dies, it is enough for them to be punished a lot.

Chu Yuyao had already told the guard's mother-in-law that she was going to rest, so only a lone candle was left on the high table at the door, but the small bedroom did not look very dark, because a row of red lanterns was lit on the path outside the Buddhist hall, and a faint light was projected from the window, and Chu Yuyao could vaguely see the red light and shadow of the lantern swaying in the wind through the pasted clear paper.

The fiery red color had an inexplicable bewitchment for Chu Yuyao, this was the color of blood, she had seen it! But she didn't have any sharp things in her hand, only two replacement belts were hidden in the quilt by her.

Chu Yuyao sat in front of the dresser, gently and carefully opened the small drawer and took out the rouge gouache to slowly apply makeup to herself, she had heard people say that this person was hanged and his appearance was terrifying, she loved beauty, she wanted to keep herself perfect. After painting for a long time, looking at the barely visible figure in the bronze mirror, Chu Yuyao grinned, she wanted to smile, but the tears flowed down first, she hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief, she couldn't cry!

Got up and gently returned to the bed, took out two belts from the quilt, tied them together, and tied a big knot on one of the heads, a little weight to throw on it, she tried it last night, this is the experience after a few failed throws last night.

Looking up at the direction of the beam, Chu Yuyao threw it up with some force, and the knot fell smoothly through the beam, only making a faint sound, which was almost negligible in the sound of firecrackers coming from time to time outside, but she didn't expect it to succeed once, shouldn't she clap her hands to celebrate, the corner of her mouth showed a wry smile, God really helps!

Chu Yuyao didn't immediately move the embroidery stool, she was dazzled by the bright light of the firecrackers flashing outside the window, and suddenly thought that every year when firecrackers were set off, she would hide in her mother's arms, and her closest thing was her mother, but now it was like this, and tears couldn't help but overflow her eyes again.

Walking to the table, Chu Yuyao spread out a blank piece of paper, she wanted to say a few words to her mother, telling her grievances, her unwillingness, her anger, she also knew that at this time her mother must also follow her father to participate in the Chinese New Year's Eve palace banquet, she didn't want to die silently like this, she wanted her mother to know! But as soon as the pen touched the paper, she realized that no one had sharpened her ink at all, and she put down the pen in despair, giving up the desire to tell in the end.

Chu Yuyao gently moved an embroidered stool and stepped on it slowly, it was really a bit high! She thought to herself, slowly tying her belt into a dead knot.

Facing the bright light outside the window, Chu Yuyao closed her eyes and put the belt around her neck, but at this time she was a little calm, maybe this is not bad, her heart was horizontal, and she kicked over the embroidery stool.