Inside the house, Nuannuan was sitting on a soft couch, her body not wanting to move at all.
After Xijian Yunchen did that to her, he left coldly, which completely chilled her heart.
Compared with the pain in the body, the pain in the heart is like ants, swallowing up bit by bit.
Zhu'er, who ran in, saw the blood on Nuan Nuan's dress, looked at her pale complexion, covered her mouth with her hands, and almost started crying.
"Miss," she knelt down, grabbed her cold palm with her hand, and whimpered, "does it hurt?"
Hearing this, Nuan Nuan turned around. Her eyes were empty and indifferent, but a smile forced her face.
Just like a small flower blooming on the snow, even though it has been battered by wind and frost, it still stands proudly. It is particularly stunning and beautiful, making people feel heartbroken and sad.
"Don't cry," she said calmly: "Help me find some gold-creating medicine!"
Hearing this, Pearl nodded with tears in her eyes and ran out.