In May of Haicheng, grass grows and birds fly.

The roses of all colors have already bloomed to the family yard. The vines climbing up the yard wall have hung down, and you can see this beautiful scenery from afar.

When Xiangwan came home from school, his mother did not come out to greet him as usual. Only the fat cat she had raised for eight years, "Niannian" lying on the rattan chair in the yard.

She picked up the cat and stepped into the living room, asking the nanny: "Where is my mom?"

Nanny Zhang's mother responded in a low voice: "Resting in the room, it should be because the weather is getting cold and hot these days, and I have a cold."

Xiangwan was a little worried, and her eyebrows couldn't help but frowned. She went to her mother An Yunhua's room and knocked on the door for a while, but she didn't get a response.

She felt something was wrong, but she didn't think much about it.

Before going to bed at night, An Yunhua suddenly walked into her room with her hair disheveled, holding a glass of milk in her hand.

In my impression, my mother is the kind of extremely exquisite woman. Even at home, she will never have such ignorant moments.

Xiangwan was a little surprised, but thinking that it might be a pain in his illness, he walked forward with relief: "Mom, if you are not feeling well, just take a break early. Just give milk to the servants to do the small things."

An Yunhua didn't say anything, but just looked at her calmly. Under the light of the light, An Yunhua's face was horrifyingly pale, and there was a hint of crystal clearness in her red-blooded eyes.

Xiangwan didn't notice his mother's abnormality, took the milk and took a big sip, and suddenly frowned: "Mom, what did you put in the milk? It's so bitter..."

An Yunhua hoarsely said, "Drink it all... don't leave a drop!" As she said that, she pushed the cup to her mouth vigorously.

Xiangwan never likes to drink bitter things, and he resists all over: "I don't drink..."

"You have to drink it if you don't drink it!"

An Yunhua suddenly felt like she was crazy, pinching Xiangwan's jaw and pouring milk into her mouth. A little milk flowed down the corner of Xiangwan's mouth, staining her pure white pajamas.

Xiangwan finally broke free from his mother's hand and threw the milk cup to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

She was still shocked and a little angry. Her mother was extremely gentle to her since she was a child: "Mom! What are you doing?!"

An Yunhua looked at the empty milk cup on the ground and suddenly laughed.

She smiled a little cunningly, and all the look of despair appeared in her eyes: "Wanwan... don't blame your mother, you can't do anything about it..."

Xiangwan couldn't understand, and was slightly surprised, but more of it was confusion and fear. The bitterness left in her mouth reminded her that there must be "material" in the milk...

Suddenly, she thought that her father didn't go home for dinner tonight, and she subconsciously guessed: "Have you quarreled with dad?"

"I won't be quarrel anymore... I won't be able to..." An Yunhua drooped her shoulders, as if she was crying and laughing, and suddenly reached out to hold Xiang Wan's cheek: "Let's have a good sleep, my mother is here to guard her

you……"

Xiangwan definitely couldn't sleep in this situation. She wanted to ask why her mother suddenly became so strange, but the sudden dizziness made her unable to control her stumble on the edge of the bed.

The mother's face in front of her became blurred, and she could feel the strong sadness emanating from her mother.

When she fell down powerlessly, she heard her mother's choking and hatred voice: "Zuo Xingyun is back, he killed your father! The sky in our house... has collapsed! Instead of letting you fall into the hands of those scumbags

, It’s better to give you a ride with me yourself!"

Zuo Xingyun...

A cold and handsome face suddenly appeared in Xiangwan's mind, a face she thought she had forgotten for a long time.

Hasn't he been leaving for eight years? How could he kill her father?

She couldn't believe that her father, who had always held her in her palm and regarded her as a treasure, would suddenly die. She clearly asked her what she wanted to do on her 18th birthday party in the morning...

Suddenly, she saw her mother walking stiffly towards the window, her naked feet stepping on the fragments of the cup, and her feet were instantly dripping blood.

But my mother didn't feel the pain at all and looked straight forward.

Xiangwan realized something, and a strong fear hit her heart. She struggled to get up from the bed, trying to grab her mother, but fell heavily to the ground.

She could only watch her mother fall through the window.

The night wind whistled and lifted up the white curtains, as if he wanted to save something, but nothing could be left except a line of blood-red footprints.

After a muffled sound, Xiang Wan shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Mom--!"

Huge sorrow came with a lot of dizziness, and the ears began to tinnitus in the evening.

A second before she lost consciousness, she saw the door breaking open.

After a group of men in black rushed in, they respectfully lined up on both sides and stood still with their heads down.

And the tall man who slowly walked in in the middle was Zuo Xingyun who had been away for eight years...
Chapter completed!