"These clothes..." Song Ying asked seriously: "Are they your wife's?"
"I don't have a wife." The surroundings were so quiet, except for the sound of the hair dryer.
"Then why..." Song Ying felt surprised. The clothes in the closet in the bathroom just now looked new.
"I live with a few friends, and there is a woman among them." Black Butterfly's voice was very plain.
"So that's it." Song Ying breathed a sigh of relief. It turns out that Black Butterfly doesn't have a perverted habit of collecting women's clothes. Bastard, how can you think like this? Uncle is an omnipotent god. Song Ying repented in her heart.[
After these words, there was a brief silence. Black Butterfly did not speak anymore. He blew Song Ying's hair dry one by one. If Song Ying could see it, she would know that his eyes were full of tears.
"Uncle, what are you thinking about?" Song Ying asked cautiously, perhaps sensing the strange atmosphere.
The black butterfly took a long breath, and then spit it out - the tears that had not fallen just disappeared. Then, he said in a calm voice: "It's nothing, if my daughter is still alive, she must be as old as you.
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"Ah." Song Ying opened her mouth slightly and said awkwardly: "Uncle, I, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry..."
"It doesn't matter." Black Butterfly's tone became gentler: "More than ten years have passed."
"Uncle's daughter must be beautiful and kind." Song Ying carefully used her words: "How did she leave?"
"He was killed by my enemy." Black Butterfly sighed longly.
"What happened next?" Song Ying intuitively believed that there must be a follow-up to this matter, and perhaps it had something to do with Black Butterfly's current state.
"Later I killed his whole family." Black Butterfly said calmly: "Three generations, a total of fifteen people, were killed until no one was left, and the blood flowed like a river."
Song Ying shuddered and clenched her fists on her legs.
"Are you scared?" Black Butterfly's tone contained a hint of joking.
"No." Song Ying said firmly: "Uncle is a good person, but that person must have gone too far, which forced him to be cruel."
"This is the first time someone said that I am a good person." Black Butterfly couldn't help but laugh. He touched Song Ying's hair and felt that it was almost done. He took the comb and combed it carefully.