At this moment, Feng Lingyan believed that Nie Liuxi wanted to kill Bi Dongliu.

Perhaps it was this incident that really knocked Nie Liuxi down. A few days later, she burned the small clothes and shoes she had sewn by herself...

Under the warm autumn sun, those clothes turned into ashes, and her heart seemed to turn into ashes too. They dispersed with the autumn wind and could no longer be put back together.

Since then, she has lived like a living dead, no longer interested in anything.

Everything is just like what Bi Dongqing said. Three months after that incident, people in Tourmaline Villa were often poisoned inexplicably.[

Rumors spread in the village, and it was said that Nie Liuxi was not angry that her child had died so young, so she took revenge on the Bi family.

Nie Liuxi did not defend or explain such rumors, she just laughed them off.

Finally, Bi Dongliu moved Nie Liuxi to another courtyard for the sake of the peace of his family...

Feng Lingyan carefully checked her memories of this period.

Nie Liuxi didn't cry or make trouble. From then on, she didn't shed a single tear, her face was always pale, and she didn't care about anything.

She lives in seclusion and has never left the hospital for more than half a year...

Her nose suddenly felt unbearably itchy, and Feng Lingyan couldn't help but sneeze and opened her eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw an enlarged handsome face in front of him. Gong Yanmo looked at her with a smile but not a smile: "Little rabbit, what are you doing?"

Feng Lingyan was startled and jumped up with a cry: "Fan Xiang, you are a ghost. When did you come?"

As soon as she jumped up, the blood-stained hair and the words in her hand fell to the ground.

Gong Yanmo raised his eyebrows, picked it up, and took a look: "Dream Technique? Little rabbit, you pry into other people's memories!"

Feng Lingyan smiled dryly: "I...how could I..."
Chapter completed!