When Xiaoxiu heard Ling's words and saw Ling's expression, she staggered... The only one who could make her brother so vague... was him...
"It's him……?"
Xiao Xiu was uncertain, as if she wanted to hear the exact answer.
"It's the breath of Harasso..." [
Ling Jian Xiaoxiu guessed it and stopped hiding it.
The smell of the barrier on the sickle's body is indeed that of Halaso, that enchanting man, the man who made Xiaoxiu cry for several years, the man who might bring disaster to Xue'er and Leng Anye...
Xiao Xiu's memory returned to that day, that evening with light rain.
During that time, Harasso had been acting strangely, as if he was deliberately avoiding himself.
It was that evening, beside the fountain in the small park, Harasso was wearing fiery red clothes, with black hair flying in the wind. At that time, Xiaoxiu suddenly had a premonition that she was about to lose him.
However, this premonition came true.
Harasso seemed to have changed into a different person, his eyes full of ferocity.
Xiaoxiu looked at the unfamiliar Harasso in front of her and stared at him blankly. He disappeared from her sight.
"I will make life worse than death for Ling Xueer and Leng Anye."
These were Harasso's last words.
The hatred in the words made Xiaoxiu shudder.
That's not Harasso!
This was Xiaoxiu's last thought before she fainted.
When she woke up, Xiaoxiu found herself lying on a soft big bed in the hotel. The painful memories actually made her faint.
On the bed next to him was Kamala, who was still unconscious. Qingxue sat beside Kamala's bed, while Ling Ze walked around anxiously.