"It's impossible, impossible ..."
"Why is it like this?"
The people who stopped at the door saw her and almost did not dare to come over.
Mu Qing didn't say anything. He walked over, sat down on the other side of the bed, and gently touched Little Junior sister's hair.
Even though he had tried his best to clean it, he still couldn't completely clean it.
When he got closer, there was a faint smell of blood.
Her master stayed in the same place for a long time before he slowly walked over.
Her eyes reddened before she could finish her sentence.
"What ... Happened?"
"I did it on purpose," Mu Qing replied in a low voice,"on the street. It's Wu Lin from the Wu family."
"When I arrived, the police and the ambulance were already there."
"He died on the spot. He didn't even have the chance to go to the hospital."
His voice was very calm, and his eyes were lowered, so no emotion could be seen.
