The cold in the firewood room was bone-chilling, and there was a faint layer of frost on the hard wood, which was cold and could not bear any luster.

Jiang Mo's frozen, red and swollen hand dragged the butterfly up, but tears fell involuntarily, this butterfly was taught to her by her mother.

At that time, she was still happy to take the braided butterfly to Huan Yu to see, but she still remembered the luster in his eyes at the beginning, with endless pampering, and then took her scarred hand, and sighed helplessly: "No matter what you do in the future, you can't hurt your body again." ”

Even her mother didn't notice that her hand was cut, and he was the only one who found out.

The warmth of the past haunted her like a nightmare, and that unforgettable hatred almost became the reason for her to live, she had already died once, and there was nothing to be afraid of anymore, but she must let Huan Yu and Xiao Yu die without a place to be buried.

Thinking like this, she unconsciously kneaded and crushed the braided butterfly.

The sky gradually darkened, and the faint light that came out of the window gradually disappeared, and I faintly heard the soft sound of the cracks, and it was snowing again.

She sat up slowly, and the only residual warmth on her body dissipated suddenly, and she shivered with cold.

Jiang Mo tiptoed, grabbed a handful of cold snow water from the window, and waited for it to melt in the palm of his hand, then lowered his head and drank. The snow was mixed with dust, and it was very uncomfortable to choke in my throat.

Outside the window, the snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the wind was whimpering like sobbing, and it never stopped.

She fell asleep unconsciously, until her body was numb from the cold, and she felt someone push the door in, but she slowly opened her eyes for a while.

"Girl." Xuan'er's cheeks were full of tears, and she covered her with the cloak she was holding tightly in her arms, "Mom has promised you to go and discuss with her immediately." ”

There was no trace of joy in Jiangmo's eyes, as if all this had been expected by him.

When she went to discuss with the mother for a long time, she came out only to see Xuan'er standing under the porch, and seemed to hear the words of the two people clearly, and a few tears hung on the duck's face.

"Girl." She twisted the handkerchief in her hand with her fingers, "Although I have served the girl for only a few days, I have already made up my mind with the girl, and if you go today, you will take the slave and maid with you." ”

Jiang Mo has only met this little girl a few times, her appearance is ordinary, but she is also a rare well-behaved and clever person, but in the land of jackals, tigers and leopards in the Protector's Mansion, I am afraid that there are no bones left.

"Why bother following me, I can't even care about myself." She looked at Xuan'er, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes, "Although staying here doesn't have a good reputation, it can save your life." ”

Xuan'er knelt on the ground, her head slammed like pounding garlic, "The slave will give up the life of the slave to the girl, that is, you will immediately ask for the slave's life, and the slave and the maid are willing." ”

And at this moment, he saw the mother push the door out, and he had heard the words of the two people clearly just now, and he opened his mouth and scolded, "Okay, you little hoof, you are what I bought with silver, I don't see how loyal you are to me, but I follow her wholeheartedly." ”

Xuan'er was very afraid of that mother, and when she saw her scolding sharply, she was busy with her mouth, and she was trembling when she cried in the wind.

Jiang Mo slowly helped her up, only looking at the mother, "Mom, I took this person away today, you also said that except for the lion at the door, there is no place in the Protector's Mansion that is not bloody, if I have no one to take care of in the mansion, I am afraid that I will not live for a few days." ”