Being trampled on by the peony princess is a blood spurting Xiao Yu, and her eyes are full of despair.

at this moment, she really understood that from the beginning, she shouldn't have thought that it wasn't her thing. If she is not her, she will never be her, but her fault will now be borne by her two innocent children. How can she not feel pain in her heart?

Xiaoyu watched as the delicate skin of the comatose little girl was broken by the sharp dagger of the peony princess. The bright red blood bead was so dazzling in the weak sunlight in the house

all she has left...