Chapter 77

There is a rockery in the garden of Donghuayuan, looking down on the second floor, Prince Kun is playing with the little fish, and the fish are running back and forth, but the little Shizi laughs.

The sun is shining, and the shadows are on the stones, and they are not moving; He is far away, and his back and forth are fleeting. It seems to be fun with tourists.

Gong Qianning's eyes moistened when she looked at it, the child's innocence couldn't help but shock, and it made people feel sad for the lost life.

The weather is good, and people's mood is much better, Han Yuer kept urging the carriage master, although the prince allowed her, but after a few days, her heart was flustered.

Finally, after several detours, we arrived at my mother's house.

Han Yuer couldn't wait to look at the railing at the door, usually the little girl would always play here, and she would run over excitedly when she saw her coming.

Can ...... today? It was empty, there was no one in the yard, and the whole house looked extremely gloomy.

"Mother......

Han Yuer didn't have time to take things, so she got out of the car and ran into the house, her heart suddenly hurt and she couldn't breathe.

"Mother......

Pushing open the door of the house, the big white flowers on the main hall made Han Yu'er's breath stagnate, she covered her mouth in disbelief, and cried like rain.

The little girl Wu'er knelt beside the bed, tears welled up, and kept saying sorry. Mother Feng sat on the edge of the bed, muttering while wiping the little girl's face and hands.

Time is passing quietly, the air is flowing slowly, everything is so quiet, the silence makes people palpitate, people dare not approach, Han Yu'er can't move her legs, she doesn't even have the courage to ask.

"Miss, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Xiao Wu saw Han Yu'er coming, and he didn't care about the difference between today's Han Yuer and the past, and hurriedly knelt in front of her, his head hitting the floor and making a banging sound, as if breaking people's hearts.

Han Yuer walked over Xiao Wu step by step to Feng's mother, she looked at the little girl on the bed who was quietly closing her eyes, her face was clean, her hair was combed very neatly, there was no broken hair, the little girl loved crazy, she always complained that her grandmother's hair was not good, she always liked to wait for her to come back and comb it again, sometimes even if she didn't come, the little girl was reluctant to take off the braid to sleep, but she didn't expect to see her grandma's braid comb more and more delicate for a few days.

"Girl?"

Han Yuer couldn't hold back the turbulent waves in her heart anymore, she whispered, for fear of waking up the child, but she was afraid that she would never wake up the child again.

"Girl, don't be naughty, the sun is drying your ass, hurry up."

Bean-sized tears fell down her cheeks one by one on the little girl's face, but she still didn't react.

"Jade ......"

"Shut up, don't talk!" Han Yu'er interrupted her mother's words, she knew what her mother was going to say, but she didn't want to listen to anyone except the girl now.

She gently moved the girl's arm, and when her fingers touched the child's skin, Han Yuer felt like an electric current slashing through every inch of her body, and she violently withdrew her hand.

That's impossible!

The child's body is too cold!

Han Yu'er pushed away Feng's mother's hand and hugged the child into her arms as if she had fallen into an evil spirit, and she put her cloak on the child's body.

"What's wrong with you, stinky girl? It's only been a long time since you've seen your aunt, why don't you get up...... You didn't mean to ...... with your aunt."

Han Yu'er couldn't cry, and even had some difficulty breathing, she breathed the air violently, but the air became thinner and thinner.

"Ah...... Ah......" Finally, Han Yuer roared like a volcanic eruption, she screamed, and hugged the girl tighter: "Girl, I'...... I'm a mother, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you......"

In order to avoid the enemy, they were incognito, in order to get close to the prince, she had to let the girl call her aunt, the little child didn't even have a serious name, and she didn't even know who her mother was, so what was wrong with this ignorant child, why should she be eliminated.

Han Yuer saw that there was a thin strangulation mark between the child's neck, the filament was like hair, shocking, she touched it gently, her heart was like a knife, she was thinking, does the child hurt, how long has she struggled, is the child uncomfortable, aggrieved?

Time passed away little by little in all kinds of speculation and sadness, and Han Yu'er kept holding it, knowing that it was over.

In her dream, she saw someone forcing the girl to the cliff and strangling the girl with a rope, she just watched, but no matter how she ran, the road remained the same.

"Girl, run, run...... Girl......"

She shouted and ran, but the girl still fell into the wrong hands.

"Girl!"

Han Yu'er sat up suddenly, her clothes soaked with sweat, it was already night, and when she opened her eyes, she saw her own house.

Ting'er brought her back.