Yue xuexin missed her step and rolled down the stairs without any warning.
She rolled along the long stairs, her body and head colliding with the marble steps, making muffled thuds.
Little li Junting and Li junche, who had heard the commotion in the living room, ran out.
In li junche's hands was his favorite food, the cake his mother had made for him this morning.
At that time, li Junting, who was only ten years old, and Li junche, who was six years old, ran over and saw their mothers falling down the stairs.
Yue xuexin fell in a pool of blood in front of the two children.
The noble and elegant woman's head was oozing with blood, and her mouth and nose were also bleeding.
That flawless face, the corner of his forehead, the tip of his nose, his chin, and his cheeks were all covered in wounds and blood.
Her eyes, which were charming when she was aroused and Noble when she was cold, were wide open, staring at the ceiling stiffly and blankly.
"Mother ..."
