C12 A Night Meeting a Killer

She was crafty and her heart was filled with hatred but she did not mention anything bad about Meiniang. Instead, she pushed all the blame onto Lianshuang.

She had already arranged this speech along the way so that it would shake the position of that slut in her father's heart without leaving a trace.

But this speech did not seem to have much strength.

Yue Hong was silent for a while. His eyebrows were tightly knitted together and slowly relaxed. He did not seem to be as angry as she had expected.

Yue Xier looked at Yue Hong without blinking. However, her calm face did not have anything that she wanted to find. Her hand tightly grabbed the blanket and her heart slowly sank.

She had never thought that the position of that slut in her father's heart would be so firm and unshakable.

That whore from the brothel, don't even think about taking away everything from her! She was not worthy.

Yue Xier's eyes resurfaced the beautiful face of Meiniang when she first met her. Her skin was as white as snow, and her facial features were delicate and beautiful. Her eyes seemed to burn with a flame of jealousy and hatred.

Yue Hong sighed and broke the silence. He looked at his daughter who still had tears in her eyes and a trace of guilt flashed across his eyes.

Because of his carelessness, the elder daughter had suffered since she was young and he could not make up for it. Now that the younger daughter had suffered because of him, as his father, how could he feel good about it?

"Alright, Meiniang has suffered a lot since she was a child. There are some things that she has to do. All of you should be tolerant and tolerant." Yue Hong gently wiped the tears on Yue Xier's face. It was rare for him to have such a gentle look on his face.

Yue Xier looked at Yue Hong. Although she was unwilling, she knew that it was useless for her to say more. Hence, she obediently replied, "Yes, daughter understands."

However, the hands hidden in her sleeves were getting tighter and tighter. Her nails were deeply embedded into her flesh and she did not notice it at all.

"Alright. Later on, I will personally bring people to pick up Meiniang. You mother and daughter have a tiring journey today so rest first. I still have things to take care of." Yue Hong nodded his head in satisfaction and stood up. There was some tiredness in his eyes.

Watching Yue Hong's back as he left in a hurry and did not say a word of comfort to her, Mrs. Lin felt very unhappy in her heart.

"That slut's position in dad's heart is so firm."

The door was gently closed and Yue Xier's eyes were filled with tears, but her eyes were cold.

Yue Meiniang, don't even think about taking away everything that belongs to me, don't even think about it!

The night of the early spring was a little desolate. The cold wind blew away the shadow of winter.

It was already late at night. The streets and alleys were heavily surrounded by the night sky, and not a trace of light could be seen. The person who was beating the gong shouted weakly at the top of his lungs, "The weather is dry... Be careful of the fire..."

The intermittent gong sounds echoed throughout the streets and alleys, filling up the dead and silent night.

The moon hung on the bare treetops. Through the dry branches, the shadow of the tree trunk was extended. The messy branches in the moonlight looked like ghosts that were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

In Qian Jiao Pavilion, the red lacquered door was tightly shut. The two big red lanterns hanging under the eaves of the house were still flickering with candle flames that had yet to burn out.

At the corner of the wall, a strange black shadow flashed past.

The gong striking man noticed the strange scene in front of him, and stretched out his hand to rub his sleepy eyes. He then looked forward and found nothing. He thought that he was too tired to see, so he gently smiled. Then he turned around and headed in another direction.

The night became quieter and quieter, as if he had died.

In that strange corner, a black shadow appeared once again, and with a leap, it disappeared from the top of the wall.

Inside the house, Lianshuang was tossing and turning, and it was hard to fall asleep. Her heart was constantly beating uneasily.

Outside the window, the moonlight was thick and the silver radiance covered the entire courtyard. Through the lightly covered window, it even squeezed into the house.

The moon and flowers were full and full, just like that year -

That night, under the bright moon, he held her hand tightly, his eyes filled with love, and he made a promise to her for the rest of his life.

Holding her son's hand, and growing old together with her son -

Look at how touching these words of love were.

But in the end, the true love she firmly believed in betrayed her. The love she believed in completely destroyed her!

The memories of the past seemed to explode in her mind. Lianshuang's head felt like it was going to explode. She suddenly sat up and tightly hugged her head with both hands. Her fingers were entangled with her thick ink-like hair and her face was deeply buried in her knees.

Her shoulders trembled slightly and just like that, she curled up into a ball.

After an unknown amount of time, Lianshuang slowly adjusted her breathing. She gently lifted her face. Her pitch-black eyes did not allow anything to happen. However, her stiff arm, which was still maintaining its environmental protection, seemed to have explained everything that had happened just now.

During these past few days, her memories from her previous life would often intrude into her dreams, making it difficult for her to fall asleep. She would wake up from her nightmares again and again.

Perhaps it was the heavens that made her remember that hatred, at all times -

She put on her shoes and got off the bed, coming to the window. Through the window, she could see the bright moon hanging high outside the courtyard.

A cold radiance lingered in the horizon. There were no stars in the surroundings, and even the bright moon could not escape loneliness.

There was no time to be sentimental. A black shadow flashed across the corridor. Lianshuang was keenly aware of everything.

She did not think that there would be a girl outside at this late hour. Moreover, that person's figure was so fast that it was a little strange.

Smelling the scent of danger, Lianshuang casually took the scissors from the needle basket and lightly walked to the door. She gently opened the door and made a seam, until she could see the movement outside.

But at this time, other than silence, the empty courtyard was still silent. There was nothing unusual about it.

Could it be that she was seeing things? Lianshuang asked herself in her heart.

Out of caution, she still decided to investigate.

Opening the door, a cold wind suddenly rushed over, making her shiver uncontrollably.

She had only taken two steps when she heard a soft sound, and if she didn't hear it carefully, she wouldn't be able to tell at all.

"Creak -"

She listened carefully. The sound seemed to come from the left side. When she looked at the source of the sound, she still did not find anything wrong.

With doubt and even more caution, Lianshuang carefully moved towards the place where the sound came from. When she passed Meiniang's room, her footsteps stopped.

The door was closed and when the wind blew, it opened a little more.

Just as she was wondering why her mother was so careless and forgot to lock the door at night, she was just about to go forward and close the door when she saw the horrifying scene in the room.

A man in black held a shining knife in his hand. Under the moonlight, the knife shone with a cold light. The man in black raised the knife high and was about to fiercely stab the person on the bed.

Lianshuang was shocked and her pupils shrank. She could only watch helplessly as the black clothed person was about to swing the knife down. At the critical moment, she did not know how she rushed in.

When she came back to her senses, the man in black had already fallen. The scissors in her hand had already pierced through the man's clothes and deeply into his flesh.