Xuan Yuehua's thin lips pursed slightly, her eyes surged with unknown emotions, and she suddenly hugged Lin Shixin, the little woman was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't hold back anymore, tears like a downpour of rain burst the embankment. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's all you...... Maomao will die, it's all ...... Because you ......" The little woman struggled in Xuan Yuehua's arms, her fist-clenching little hands slammed into the man's chest again and again, tears covering her face.

The man tightened the strength of his arm slightly, and firmly encircled Lin Shixin in his arms, the little woman played, her strength gradually decreased, she slowly let go, and she didn't have the strength to struggle anymore, her little face gradually leaned on the man's broad shoulders, and the little hands also put on his shoulders from behind, and her body still couldn't stop trembling, and tears flowed down, wetting the man's shoulders.

Xuan Yuehua stroked her back one by one, and said softly, "Cry, just cry." He didn't say that it was okay, but when he said it, it made Lin Shixin even more sad, tears rained down, and his heart was torn and pulled, why? Why did she put down the fur?! The little woman clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her flesh but the pain was unknown.

After a long time, Lin Shixin stopped crying, but a pair of phoenix eyes had already swollen into walnuts, red and red, and his face was also pale and bloodless.

"Thank you." Although the little woman's eyes were swollen, she still did not lose her demeanor, perhaps because she had been crying for too long, and even her voice was a little hoarse.

Xuan Yuehua looked at Lin Shixin deeply, and only slowly spoke after a long time, "Since you are fine, this king will go back first, and let the past pass...... Don't dwell on it anymore. After speaking, he walked out of the house.

Along the way, the man frowned, what's wrong with him? Why is there not a trace of disgust? The man pursed his lips slightly, unwilling to think further.

Lin Shixin saw Mao Mao, whose eyes were closed on the table, sadness came to her heart again, two lines of tears slowly flowed, she trembled and stroked Mao Mao, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a smile that was more ugly than crying, "Mao Mao, I'm sorry...... It was my fault. After saying that, he took a deep breath, forcibly wiped the tears from his cheeks, went out with Maomao in his arms, came to the yard in front of the house, gently put down Maomao, and picked up the soil with his bare hands.

The soil was a little hard, and the little woman tried to pick it up every time, and the sharp stones mixed with the soil repeatedly cut through her onion-like hands.

By the time the pit was dug, the little woman's hands were already scarred, the blood on her hands was clearly visible, and her beautiful nails were also broken and cracked, but she didn't know the pain at all. The moment she saw Mao Mao die, her body and mind were already numb.

Lin Shixin picked up Maomao and put it into the pit very gently, covering the soil while crying silently, just a few minutes, but it was like a century.

The little woman slowly stood up and walked back step by step, knowing that this was not an accident, she had to pull herself together and find the murderer.

As soon as he returned to the house and washed his hands, he heard some sounds outside the house, Lin Shixin tightened his eyebrows and walked out.

Lu Qiao stumbled over a little, but kept his head down, which made Lin Shixin a little puzzled.

"Luqiao, why don't you look up?"

Lu Qiao knelt down, "Slave damn it!" Slaves and maids should be damned! Tears fell from her eyes and fell to the ground.

Lin Shixin helped Lu Qiao up and slowly raised her head, but she was startled for a while. Lu Qiao's face was blue and purple, and the left side of his face was slashed, and the blood was hideously exposed.