This room is even more suffocating than the one just now.

The ceramics were all shattered, the drapery was torn and broken, and hung in the house, fluttering with the wind blowing in.

There were shocking blood stains everywhere in the room, on the bed, on the floor, on the drapery, on the table, and on the ground, there were pools of blood in human shapes, it looked like it had been a long time, and she could still smell the thick smell of blood that made people sick.

Her feet jerked backwards, tripped over the threshold, and her body fell straight backwards.

I thought I would fall to the ground hard, but I fell into a cold arms.

Mo picked her up, didn't even look at the room, and turned to leave.

They left with their front feet, and a man dressed in black appeared in the courtyard with their back feet.

The withered leaves still hung tenaciously on the trees, swaying with the wind, crumbling.

When the visitor saw the door wide open, he was stunned, and his excited look rose to his cheeks, and he hurried into the house, smelling only the smell of blood that could not be dissipated for a long time and the musty smell caused by poor ventilation.

He leaned against the door in some disbelief, looking at the bloodstains on the ground.

Suddenly, he stood up again and ran to another room.

There was also an unpleasant smell in the house, which made people unable to breathe, but there was a faint sense of anger in it.

The man looked around the small room, and there was no one.

He slid down with his back to the wall in decadence, sat on the ground, looked at the broken bowl on the ground, tightened the clothes on his chest, and muttered, "Sister......"

She'd just been back, he knew.

But why not wait for him.

Could it be that the relationship between them is really like that bowl, which can never be fought back if it is broken?

No!

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he crawled up to the pile of debris, gathered them, and then pieced them together, trying to put the already broken bowl together.

His hand was cut from shards and bleeding, but he was still holding on.

He won't give up!

……

In the hotel, Bai Xiaochang sat on the side in a daze, and stood opposite him.

"Are you still thinking about that Baiyun brother?" Mo spoke unhappily.

Bai Xiaochang's eyes didn't blink and he didn't answer.

His brows furrowed, and he asked again: "It's not your brother, why are you in such a hurry?" ”

She still didn't answer, and sat dumbfounded, not even moving her eyelids.

Mo really hadn't tried to be ignored like this, so he was so angry that he stretched out his hands and grabbed her shoulders and shook her fiercely: "Don't be stupid, let's think about what to do with the task!" ”

Bai Xiaochang came back to his senses, slapped Mo's hand away with a tiger face, and said, "I'm just thinking about how to deal with Bai Ying, don't shake it, okay!" ”

Being slapped by her like this, Mo's movements froze, and his hand retracted.

was a little lacking in confidence, but he still stubbornly said: "You don't say anything, how do I know what you're thinking." ”

"What I think has to do with you." She rolled her eyes, rolled over to bed, grabbed the quilt and lay down.

"What are you doing?" Ink looked at her quizzically.

"Sleep." Bai Xiaochang said angrily.

"So early?" Ink raises eyebrows.

"Do you want me to sit with you until dawn? Get back in! Bai Xiaochang pointed to the clock on the wall and asked rhetorically.

He looked at the pitifully small clock, two o'clock in the morning.

"Ahem." Mo coughed twice and left.

At noon, Bai Xiaochang slowly got up from the bed, and Xiao Er was already knocking on the door with lunch.

After lunch, she took Mo to walk around the street, wanting to hit the Bai family first in terms of money.