Xie Wuhan left the pharmacy in tears and dejectedly.
Suning watched from a distance, feeling unbearable but helpless.
He saw the silly girl who had a weak temperament and never argued with others, stopped when she walked to the door of the butcher shop, and hurriedly lowered her head to wipe the tears from her face.
She stood in the cold wind for a long time and seemed not to feel the biting cold in this winter.
It wasn't until Wang, who had prepared lunch, ordered Xie Wubing to come out to look for her that she walked into the house pretending to be nothing happened.
"Mom, I feel a little unwell and I want to go to the room to sleep for a while."
After finishing speaking with a dull expression, she walked towards the backyard in a daze without waiting for Wang to ask too many questions.
Open the door, close the door.
He closed the curtains with trembling hands, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.
Xie Wuhan squatted down and buried his head between his knees.
She hugged her calves tightly with both arms. She couldn't hear any sobbing, only her shoulders kept shaking.
"sister."
Xie Wubing's shout came from the outer door, and he knocked on the door as usual without any scruples: "Mother asked me to ask you what's wrong with you?"
Xie Wuhan said in a rare high-pitched voice: "It's okay. I'm feeling weak. I just want to take a nap."
"You, don't bother me."
The uninformed Xie Wubing said "Oh", and then there was no movement.
Xie Wuhan couldn't stop crying, but he didn't dare to cry out.
She didn't want her parents to worry, and she didn't want them to be so happy that they had been looking forward to it for a long time yesterday, but today they were completely reduced to a joke.
Oh, what a ridiculous thing.
She bit her lip, forcing herself not to think about the scene Suning showed her.
Anfeng, disguise mask.
He was never the manager of Muxiu Tower, he was the ancestor of the Zhao family who wanted to swallow up Xianglu's luck.
There are many disasters, and the wandering Taoist priests.
You must marry at the age of twenty, and you must marry a man named An.
From beginning to end, this was a calculation, a years-long plan related to the fact that she was pregnant with a low-grade Dharma image.
But she was still kept in the dark, and step by step she walked into the trap prepared by the other party.
If she hadn't met Suning, if she hadn't followed Xie Wubing's words of "Uncle Yi" and gained fame, today next year would probably be the anniversary of her death.
She will die, die in the Zhao family mansion.
After being devoured by that ugly old man, she was not even qualified to know the truth.
"Why, why is this happening?"
Dark red blood oozed from her bitten lower lip, falling down her chin and onto her knees.
Xie Wuhan asked himself blankly, crying and laughing.
Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and there was a glimmer of light in her dim eyes.
"No, I want to verify it myself whether it is true or not."
"I believe Uncle Yi will not lie to me, but..."
She raised her head stubbornly, her eye sockets were red and swollen, and said resolutely: "If An Feng is not the ancestor of the Zhao family, then he must be shipping goods in Muxiu Building now."
"It's the end of the year and it's the busiest time in the building. As a manager, An Feng can't rest, and his superiors won't give him any free time."
"There was also the Anjia store he passed by when he took me touring the city a few days ago. I clearly saw a big word "An" hanging on the signboard."
"An Feng said that it is his family's property. There are seven or eight families in Yingjiang City."
"Including the coachman who has been with him for three years. That old man will know something more or less."
"as well as......"
"Yes, and An Feng's uncle, An Mian, the deputy manager of Muxiu Building."
"These are all well-documented and traceable."
After clearing her mind, she couldn't wait to open the door, went to the well, washed her face with cold water, and then rushed out of the house regardless.
"Hey, Wu disaster, where are you going?"
At the door of the butcher shop, Xie Hongchun shouted as he banged on the chopping board.
Xie Wuhan replied anxiously: "Dad, I'm going to the Muxiu Building."