C552 Death of the fawn

"No, that won't happen. My little deer, my little deer ?" Feng Shunyue ran towards the fences of the fawn in a flurry of panic.

When she arrived, she took in a breath of cold air. Her heartbeat quickened and her face turned deathly pale.

Her favorite fawn was lying on the ground, its feet feebly twitching. Senior Servant Chun was squatting beside it, holding a dagger in her hand