After Qing Ge finished speaking, she closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at Na Hanjue's expression.
"Dead?" Na Hanjue stood up and raised her voice, "How did you die?"
"Poisoned..."
Before Qingge finished speaking, Nahanjue had already rushed out.
In the east courtyard, Na Hanjue stood in front of the wooden corpse. His whole body was cold, his temples were pounding, and he had a severe headache.
Wood was once his closest companion, and he loved it the most when there was no singing.
After meeting Qingge, Qingge was allergic to dog hair, so he had to put Mumu in the east yard. Although he still gave it the best and tried his best to spend time with it, compared to when he didn't meet Qingge,
Still neglected it too much.
When it was alive, he didn't feel anything. Now that it was dead, and seeing its cold body, he felt sadder than ever before.
He is like a heartless and heartless person who forgets his wood and leaves his wood here in the cold.
"How did it die?" His voice was so cold, so cold that it was shocking.
"I..." Qingge almost buried her head in her chest, "I accidentally fed it poisonous food..."
"You?" Na Hanjue roared: "How could it be you? Aren't you not allowed to touch cats and dogs? Isn't it because you can't touch dogs that I put Mu Mu in the East Courtyard? What are you doing in the East Courtyard?
?Why are you feeding wood? Aren't you the best at using poison? How can you not know what is poisonous and what is not poisonous? Or you did it on purpose!" Na Hanjue said the last words and sang softly.
I was stunned!
She suddenly raised her head and stared at Nahan Jue, unable to believe that these words came from Na Han Jue's mouth.
He actually suspected that she did it on purpose? Did she deliberately poison Mu Mu, because she was afraid that Mu Mu would compete with her for favor?
Tears welled up all of a sudden, but she stubbornly refused to cry. She bit her lip and looked at him stubbornly.
Her tearful eyes were like a sharp knife piercing his chest, and his chaotic mind suddenly became clearer.
What is he talking about?
How could his Ge'er do such dirty things?
He gave himself a hard slap and hugged Qingge into his arms, "Ge'er... Ge'er... I'm sorry, I'm talking nonsense. I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't control it. I have a severe headache..."
He suddenly covered his head, his head hurting as if it was about to split, "I'm sorry..."
He apologized, turned around and staggered to the bedroom, rushed into the bathroom, filled the basin with cold water, and dove in.
"Jue! What are you doing?" Qingge rushed in and saw him, and immediately pulled him out of the cold water, "Jue, what's wrong with you..."
She reached out to touch his forehead, but he knocked it down with a "pop", "Don't touch me!"
Qingge was stunned and murmured: "The wood is dead, I am also very sad..."
"Shut up!" He stopped Qing Ge, feeling extremely manic. He raised his fist and punched Qing Ge in the face. However, when he was about to touch Qing Ge's cheek, he turned sharply.
He punched the mirror.
The mirror was smashed into pieces, and his hands were bleeding.
"Jue!" Qingge called out, and the tears she had been holding back for a long time finally flowed out.
She grabbed his wrist and looked at his bloody fist, trembling with heartache.
