The next day, Xiaoman was woken up by a knock on the door. She was confused. She seemed to hear Mr. Lu say, "Master, are you here? I have something urgent to look for you."
Xiaoman opened his eyes hard and found that he was lying naked in his arms, holding him tightly with his hands
Xiaoman was embarrassed, her face turned red, and she curled up the quilt and curled up to a corner
Looking at the shiver of Xiaoman at the corner of the bed, the owner of Lingyun Palace smiled gently, sat up, put on his clothes, and went to open the door.
Mr. Lu bent over and walked in respectfully, saying, "Master, Ziwei is dead."
Xiaoman was shocked, poked his head out of the quilt, looked at Mr. Lu, and saw him lowering his head, facing away from the bed, looking respectful and cautious.
There was no expression on the face of the Lord of Lingyun Palace, and even his tone was ruthless, "How can I die, where did I die?"
Mr. Lu paused, seemed a little hesitant
The owner of Lingyun Palace saw Mr. Lu's hesitation and smiled softly and said, "Tell me just now."
"It's the owner Ziwei died in the middle of the night yesterday. She committed suicide by cutting her wrist and died in...Ms. Zhang's house."
Hearing this, the owner of Lingyun Palace burst into laughter and said, "Haha, Xiaoman, it seems that she hates you very much."
Xiaoman's heart scrunched, arched up and curled up, completely covering herself in the quilt
She really didn't understand that the bad man was cold-blooded and ruthless, and it had nothing to do with her. Why did Ziwei hate her so much?
Half an hour later, Xiaoman left the backyard of Lingyun Palace and walked towards his residence.
At the intersection of autumn and winter, the rain is very normal, and the weather is gloomy and there is no sunshine.
Xiaoman looked up and saw that the clouds around him were very low, pressing against the towering red walls and green tiles of Lingyun Palace, making people feel suffocated.
The path she once walked with Ziwei made her worry even more
She really didn't understand why Ziwei left all her hatred to her and all her love to that bad man
While sighing, Xiaoman came to the gate of his yard
Through the yard and into the house, she was immediately attracted by the curse written in blood.
Her body trembled, as if she saw Ziwei's death with her own eyes. A song full of ghost energy [Rouge Buckle] hovered in her ears.