There were two bells hanging in the middle. As the windmill turned, the clear sound of the bells sounded, which made her feel happy.
After being trapped in Yulong Villa for three months, I felt like I had been imprisoned for several years. I haven't been as free as I am now for a long time! I really don't want to see that man again, just treat it as a nightmare, and she will
I don’t want to live like that anymore!
Not far in front of her, there was also a girl holding a windmill and jumping to the middle of the street. Murong Ge looked at the kite in her hand that was the same as hers, with a smile on his lips.
I remember that when she was a child, she also loved playing with windmills. Every time during the holidays, her sister would buy her a beautiful windmill as a gift. She loved it.
The little girl also noticed her gaze. Her big black eyes blinked and she smiled like a crescent moon. She shook the windmill in her hand towards her, as if to say to her: Sister, our windmill is just like ours!
Murong Ge smiled and shook the windmill in his hand towards her. He really hoped that she would always be so happy!
"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."
Suddenly there was a burst of noise, and the expressions of the vendors on both sides changed drastically. They quickly rolled up their bunks and ran away! Suddenly, the whole street was in a panic, and everyone seemed to be running for their lives...
In the crowd, the little girl holding a windmill was knocked to the ground by pedestrians coming and going. She might be trampled to death at any time. Murong Ge was shocked and wanted to rush forward to help her, but he heard someone not far ahead.
There was a rapid sound of horse hooves...
"Drive!" Five tall horses came with their whips raised. The whips fell on the horses' buttocks and slapped loudly. The horses ran wildly, and the crowds on the street rushed to both sides, leaving a road open.
The little girl happened to be on that road, lying helplessly on the ground crying, unaware of the danger she was about to face, and the windmill in her hand had been trampled to pieces by the panicked footsteps of the crowd.