White flowers fill the entire mourning hall. There was nothing but silence, nothing but crying, nothing but people dressed in black.

Nothing else.

Jiang Yuning stood in front of the mourning hall with an expressionless face.

In front of her was her mother's corpse.

Wearing a snow-white dress.

The face is calm and peaceful.

This is the most beautiful mother she has seen since she was a child.

Jiang Yuning sneered in his heart.

Many servants were red-eyed.

How much of the sadness for that woman here is true.

Her mother, who has been arrogant and domineering all her life, bullied others, and calculated everything, and she had to carry all her money with her until she died.

Who has mercy on such a woman.

The weather in October is slightly cooler.

The silence of the mourning hall was terrifying.

Those who are impatient do not want to go, and those who do not want to leave do not want to stay.

Everyone is at a stalemate.

Until a gunshot ... Boom!

The snow-white flowers were dyed red, as red as the fire that burned everyone before her mother's death, and burned all the woman's savings.

For a while, everyone panicked, running, crying, and making trouble.

The bodyguards outside must not be left, because those masked killers have already arrived in front of Jiang Yuning.

She couldn't make any sound, so she could only retreat.

She knew that these killers had only one purpose, and that was to kill her.

Because she is the only heir of Hemei Group.

These people... To take revenge, to avenge their blood and revenge, so killing her mother is far from enough for them to relieve their hatred.

Jiang Yuning didn't want to escape.

She knew that she couldn't escape, that she would never be able to escape all the torture that her so-called mother had brought her, and that even if that woman died, she would pull herself up.

"Boom! ”

… The gunfire was deafening.

Jiang Yuning couldn't help but sneer and closed her eyes in despair.

"Nope! No! ”

The hurried figure, the sad eyes, the screams that burst the lungs, who else but him.

Cloud dust.

Jiang Yuning was about to open her eyes and take one last look at the only man in the world who gave her warmth, but what she saw was a black muzzle and a fast bullet.

And also...... A figure rushing towards her.

Obviously, what he used to see in his eyes was warmth, but what he saw today was full of despair.

Full... She didn't have time to see it clearly.

The chest had already bloomed, and one after another blood-red flowers bloomed on the black blouse.

Before she could feel the pain, she looked at Yunchen, who had already been pointed at a gun, half-kneeling on the ground, watching herself slowly fall down with a dead face.

She really wanted to speak, let him run.

The never-before-seen despair is better than the other, and it is constantly boiling in her heart.

If Yunchen could live, if he could live... It was her last wish.

--Hiss... My chest hurt terribly.

But isn't she dead?

How does this bump feel like being in a car?

Jiang Yuning slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

This... Is it a carriage?

！

Looking at the bumpy Cheng dù, it seems to be a horse-drawn carriage that is running fast.

And there was a young girl sitting next to her, dressed in a white subordinate outfit.

Well?

Downcast?

That's right, it's an ancient maid's outfit.

The maid was overjoyed to see her wake up.

"Miss, Miss! You're awake! You're holding on, we'll be there in a moment. ”

Jiang Yuning frowned and looked at her clothes, she was wearing a cumbersome ancient costume blue robe.

The wound on the chest was being pressed by the maid with a white cloth, which obviously did not have the effect of stopping the bleeding, and the entire white cloth was almost soaked with blood.

Don't... It's crossed!

That's right!

Cloud dust!

I don't know what happened to Yunchen.

I remember the first time I saw Yunchen when he was eleven years old, and he didn't look at him with mockery like other children, nor did he refuse to talk to her because he was mute.

The appearance of clouds and dust like the sun warmed her entire childhood.

Jiang Yuning was thinking about the past uneasily, and the carriage seemed to have tripped over the stones on the road and shook violently.

"Ahh

Jiang Yuning, who was already weak, was hit the wooden nut.

The maid beside her stabilized her figure and immediately helped her up to check her injuries.

She can speak!

Jiang Yu couldn't care about his injuries, almost ecstatic.

She was not born mute in modern times, but her mother poisoned her, and now that she has crossed over, her voice has been recovered!

The maid saw her joy, and was puzzled, and was about to ask.

The coachman outside the door interjected in a deep voice, "Jinhuan, Miss is okay, we are almost there, hold on a little longer!" ”

Jiang Yuning came back to her senses from the joy.

The golden ring probably refers to the maid beside him.

Jin Huan listened to the coachman's words and did not answer, but looked at Jiang Yuning with a worried expression, and then took out a one-eyed black blindfold from his clothes and put it on Jiang Yuning's left eye.

Jiang Yuning instinctively wanted to resist, but unfortunately her whole body was weak.

Jin Huan saw her reaction, and the doubts in his heart deepened.

How do you feel that after the young lady wakes up, she even looks at her differently than before... Doubts are doubts, and this is not the time to discuss this.

As soon as Jin Huan put the blindfold on Jiang Yuning's left eye, the carriage gradually stopped.

Then two maids came forward to help her down and walked into a big house, and it was already deep.

The people around me don't speak, they just do things.

Unspeakably weird...