Jiyue Liuyin's body was completely transparent, and only bursts of white light could be seen flashing in the air.

His voice was light but clear to her ears, "Xue Ya, our daughter, she is not dead..."

"Live well, be with your children, be well..."

After saying the last sentence, even the dots of white light disappeared.

Jiang Xueya's body suddenly fell to the ground.[

The ground was covered with apricot flowers, and the moment it fell, muddy water and petals were everywhere.

The dagger fell from mid-air and landed in front of her with a clang.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she lay on the ground in despair. There was a faint sound in her body, as if the bones were rubbing against each other and then being crushed.

She lowered her head, moved extremely slowly, and stared at her hands in confusion.

It was these hands, it was these hands that stabbed him in the chest with the dagger.

Her eyes were red, and she picked up the dagger on the ground and was about to stab her hand.

"what are you doing!"

A purple figure flew towards her and picked her up from the ground, with deep worry and fear on her handsome face.

Jiang Xueya looked at him with blank eyes as if she had lost her soul. She stared at him blankly for a while, then she sobbed in her throat, "He's dead... He's dead..."

She buried her head deeply in his arms, holding his arms tightly with her fingers, "I killed him... I killed him with my own hands."

Feng Li held her shoulders and stared at her deeply.

He didn't know what to say.

At this point, nothing he said was superfluous.

There was no way her heart could calm down.

He stared at her silently for a while, then hugged her and left.

It's been several days.

She didn't eat or drink, she didn't sleep, she just sat on the bed blankly.

She is still alive and well, but she is like a child who has lost her soul.

The food on the table remained untouched. It started out steaming and then slowly cooled down.[

This is repeated every day.

With a creak, the door was opened.
Chapter completed!