"What are you doing?!"

Knowing what she was going to face early this morning, Xue Ying couldn't help but panic when she watched a few people come straight to the bedside.

She tried to stop them, but she was just a weak woman, and she was injured and fell to the ground with a gentle push.

"No, don't take him away!"

"Mrs. Auntie, I advise you to settle down, if you miss the time of burial, the handsome and Mrs. will blame it, and none of us can afford it!" As the psychic medium spoke, he instructed several family members again, "Ignore her, quickly carry the young marshal out!" ”

Xue Ying ignored the medium, got up, and rushed forward as if she was crazy, but was stopped by two family members.

Worried that she missed the time of burial, the family even erected her and controlled her to one side, preventing her from approaching.

"Ink dyeing! Ink dyeing! ”

Xue Ying called Nalan Moran helplessly, his body was covered under the brocade quilt, and that familiar face disappeared from her sight inch by inch.

It wasn't until the body was carried out of the room that the family let her go.

"Ink dye!"

After Xue Ying broke free of the restraints, she rushed out like crazy.

When she chased the corpse to the mourning hall, Ruan Mei couldn't help but frown when she saw it, and asked unhappily, "Why did she come with her?" ”

Mother Wu next to her immediately gave the two family members a look, and the family members stepped forward to shackle Xue Ying, wanting to drag her out of the mourning hall.

"Marshal, madam, I beg you, let me give him one last ride!"

"You're not qualified to send Mo'er!" Ruan Mei immediately shouted: "Hurry up and lock someone up for me, don't let me see her again!" ”

"Don't, you let go of me, let go!"

"Ink dyeing! Ink dye—"

No matter how Xue Ying struggled, she couldn't break free from the shackles of her family, and she desperately watched as Nalan Mo's coffin was carried out of the mourning hall by a group of barmen, crying heartbreakingly.

Xue Ying was pushed into the room by the family, and the door was locked instantly.

She kept banging on the door panel, shouting Nalan Moran's name over and over again, and after a long time, there was suddenly no movement outside the door.

It was as if the entire Overseer's Mansion fell silent as Nalan's ink-stained coffin was carried away.

Unprecedented despair spread in Xue Ying's heart, and now she has completely lost Nalan Modye.

Xue Ying was tired of crying, and people quieted down.

She let out a long sigh, forced herself to get up, and walked weakly to the vanity mirror, looking at her tired and haggard self in the mirror.

"On the night of our wedding, I was like this, I was afraid that I was disgusted by you, so you didn't touch me for three days in a row."

She opened the rouge box in front of the mirror, carefully painted her eyebrows, and then looked at the woman in the mirror with satisfaction.

"Ink dye, I'm ...... now Is it good-looking? ”

As she spoke, she took out the safety buckle that she had put in the box yesterday and put it back on her neck.

When she had done this, she stood up, went to the empty bed, and pulled the veil off the bed with all her might.

She put the stool on the table again and climbed up with the veil.

The festive red veil was hung on the beams of the room, and Xue Ying tied it in a knot and gently drilled her head into it.

When the stool was kicked away, she seemed to see that winter, snowflakes flying all over the sky, and a young man walked into her life like a god.

"Your name is Xue Ying."

"Why Xue Ying."

"My name is Mo Dye, Nalan Mo Dye."

"Ink dyeing...... Snow Reflection ...... Our names just match each other. In the future, you will be a girl for me, and you will follow me wherever I go. If anyone dares to bully you, I will help you bully back! ”