"Sir, it's not good. Chu Wuhen killed Mr. Lin and has fled in fear of crime."
"What did you say?!" Lin Feiwan stood up, shocked by the shocking news.
"The young man felt Mr. Lin's breath. Mr. Lin died due to excessive bleeding. Mrs. Lin is still alive."
This news hit Lin Feiwan on the head like a thunderbolt from the blue. Lin Feiwan slumped down on the chair and stool. Suddenly her whole body became weak and she felt like her body was falling continuously.
Xiao Xuanyuan walked up the stairs to Lin Feiwan's body and said, "Wan'er, I'll take you back to your room first, and I'll handle these things."
Lin Feiwan struggled for a while, then pulled Xiao Xuanyuan's sleeve and said, "Show me the prison."
"This..." Xiao Xuanyuan hesitated for a while, and then said: "No, you are not in good health. I'd better send you back to quiet down."
"My father is dead, how can you keep me quiet?!" Lin Feiwan's strength burst out, and tears kept falling down her cheeks.
When Xiao Xuanyuan saw this, he didn't know what to say, but carried her towards the cave.
Blood stained red, rusty chains, colder rock walls, cold corpses and Chu Wuhen who was absconding outside.
Looking at everything unfamiliar in front of her, such a familiar picture flashed through Lin Feiwan's mind, as if such a scene had been staged before, because at that time, she was also in such a state of tears.
His hands covered Mr. Lin's cold eyes. He was afraid that he would not close his eyes until death. No matter how hard he closed his eyes, he still could not close them.
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the child wants to be raised but cannot be kissed
Regarding her parents, Lin Feiwan in the 21st world always has this kind of inherent sadness. She grew up in a single-parent family. Her father taught her chess skills and then passed away. Later, she met Song Yuxiang and thought that she could rely on him.
No longer hurt, but God still played a big joke on her later
Even if her soul traveled through time, she would still not be able to survive the disaster now.
"Wan'er, Wan'er, your father is dead, your father is dead." This was the first sentence Mrs. Lin said when she woke up after lying in bed for several days.
Lin Feiwan sat up and hurriedly wiped the sweat from Mrs. Lin's head, and said distressedly, "Mom, please take a rest first. I think my father is very knowledgeable, and I don't want to see you like this."
"Wan'er, your father is really gone. Tell me, am I dreaming? Tell me!"