She didn't even need to see it with her own eyes to be able to roughly guess what the situation would be like in her "home" now.

Thinking about it like this, she suddenly lost the courage to go back.

She felt that this road was so long, as if there was no end to it.

Parting.

These are the two words she hates the most, but she always has to go through such situations.

When she walked to the door, she suddenly lost the courage to go in.

Her nose was sour, and her eyes were covered with a mist.

The previous memories have not completely faded, and Peach Blossom's emotions still affect her.

Zhuohua took a deep breath and pushed the door open with trembling hands.

All kinds of objects were scattered on the ground, and the house was in chaos.

The wooden table that had been filled with dishes was split in two, pitifully tilted to the sides.

Scraps of wood were scattered all over the floor. As Zhuohua moved, he kept rolling forward on the ground.

Zhuohua pursed his lips and went to another room.

At this moment, she still has a trace of luck in her heart. She hoped that things might not turn out as badly as she had hoped.

Perhaps, there is nothing wrong with her father, and she doesn't know how much she thinks about it.

However, as the door was slowly pushed open, Zhuohua's heart sank to the bottom and made a dull sound.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Her head was a little dizzy, and the sound of her heartbeat exploded in her ears like a drum. Other than that, she couldn't hear anything.

Women and men lay on the ground, like emeralds, and they were all dead.

Their eyes widened, and they were full of unwillingness.

One of Nanrao's arms was cut off and rolled to the side. The other hand gripped the woman's hand tightly and did not let go until she died.

Zhuohua's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a hand, making her whole person unable to breathe. She "plopped" and knelt down, her hands on the ground, silently in pain.

Tears scrambled to roll out, blurring her vision.

"Why?"

She suddenly lost all her strength and muttered as if she had lost her soul.

"Isn't that a choice you made?" 噺8.(1)祌文全文快速んττρs:/м.χ八(一)zщ.còм/

The vanished voice reappeared.

Zhuo Hua immediately raised her head as soon as she heard this voice, her eyes were bloodshot, and her gaze seemed to be quenched with poison.

Her fists were clenched tightly, her nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and the blood droplets slowly dripped to the ground, replacing the water marks from the previous tears, and the eyes were burning. ://www.. ://m..

Zhuohua felt as if her throat was covered with dough, and she opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound.

It took a long time for her to slowly regain her voice.

"Why?"

She asked in a dull voice.

"Why?"

"Me, it's your choice."

The voice was as flat as a pool of stagnant water, but it was like a sharp arrow that pierced through Zhuohua's heart fiercely, shattering it in an instant.

"But I didn't want them to die!"

Zhuohua jerked his head up and yelled hysterically. Her body kept shaking, and her gaze seemed to eat people.

If the owner of that voice appeared in front of Zhuohua at this moment, I was afraid that she would be torn to pieces.

"Huh."

The owner of the voice scoffed and said, "It's not something you want to think about. Since you have chosen, you have to bear the consequences of your choice. What's the fun of all the choices if you know the outcome in advance? You, aren't you? ”