However, if she knew that her son was killed by the daughter she held in the palm of her hand, would she become even more pitiful?
Poor people must be hateful. Lin Qingran's compassion was strong, but she did not intend to waste it on Aunt Hua.
Lin Qingran slowly approached Aunt Hua, who was crying in pain but unable to make a sound. The tears on her face made her look even more embarrassed and old. When she saw Lin Qingran approaching, her eyes were as round as sharp knives.
, I wish I could send Lin Qingran to Lingchi.
Lin Qingran seemed not to have seen her hateful gaze, and squatted down with a half-smile, and gently wiped the tears of Aunt Hua with a handkerchief, which could not move. In the eyes of unsuspecting people, she would only praise her.
Your Highness is so kind.
But only Aunt Hua knew that Lin Qingran was a sharp blade holding the silk. Outsiders only saw the flowers on the silk, and she was the only one who felt the pain of the sharp blade piercing her heart.
"Aunt Hua, please show your condolences and accept the change!" Lin Qingran leaned into Aunt Hua's ear while wiping her tears, and whispered: "Why are you staring at me like that? Do you think it's me?
Killed your son?"
Lin Qingran raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone became more hoarse: "I really want to kill your son with my own hands, but I am very lazy, and I dislike your son's blood being too dirty, so I'm afraid it will stain my hands, so
You really don’t need to glare at me, I really didn’t harm this person.”
Seeing that Aunt Hua's eyes were still as sharp as a knife, there were already waves in her eyes, as if she somewhat believed Lin Qingran's words.
She had to believe it, because Lin Qingran really didn't need to lie to her.
Aunt Hua's lips opened, but she could not make a sound, but Lin Qingran was a considerate person and knew that she wanted to know who was the murderer of Lin Qingxuan.
Aunt Hua still understands the nature of horses by raising horses. Aunt Hua still understands the nature of her own son. With how much Lin Qingxuan cherishes his life, even if no one in the world can survive and commit suicide by taking poison, he will still live shamelessly.
suicide?
Even if I beat Aunt Hua to death, she won't believe it.
Lin Qingran curled her lips silently, word by word, and although she spoke in a low voice, it was very clear: "The person who killed your son is - Lin, Qing, Xi!"
Aunt Hua's pupils shrank, and the blood that protected her body flowed back. Her whole body seemed to have suffered a huge trauma. She suddenly raised her eyes, stared at Lin Qingran, shook her head, and said "woo woo...".
Lin Qingran didn't think that Aunt Hua would believe her as soon as she said it. Of course, the more she refused to believe it now, the greater the pain she would suffer from the following blow. For a mother, what could be better than siblings?
How about being disabled and even more heartbroken?
She rarely kindly explained to Aunt Hua, and said in a low voice: "You don't believe it, right? To be honest, I didn't believe it when I heard it at first. Who knew that the fourth sister would actually ask for it just for a joke?
The third brother's life was taken away. It's my fault. Yesterday I shouldn't have joked with the fourth sister, saying that only one of her and the third brother could survive. I originally said this and forgot about it. Who knows..."
She shook her head and sighed, with a look of regret, but she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes: "To say that Fourth Sister is really similar to Aunt Hua, cruel and ruthless, is not in vain, Auntie, you have cultivated me with all your heart and told the truth over the years.
, without your aunt's words and deeds, how could the fourth sister's heart be as vicious as it is now, and she could even kill her own brother without hesitation! As I say, the biggest contributor to the third brother's death is no one else.