As soon as I returned to yudiegong, I saw Biqing running out in a hurry and pulling me, saying: "Niang, it's not good. Look at Xiaoju. There's a lot of blood!"

how could she be so cruel!

"Xiaoju." As soon as I tightened her bedroom, I smelled a smell of blood, and my heart was flustered for no reason.

the quilt has been dyed bright red. Look at her carefully. She is covered with blood. She is unconscious and can't see where the wound is.

a deep sense of self reproach makes the string that has been suppressed for so long suddenly burst. A stream of heat invades the mind...