"Aman, Aman..." Zhou Qi's face is panicked, she squatted in front of Aman, looking at her bloody body, clueless, not knowing where to touch her.
Aman fell to the ground, her swollen cheek pressed against the cold floor, supressing the fiery pain, her eyes gradually become unfocused.
Without responding to Zhou Qi's call, Aman surreptitiously looked at Jian Qing's beautiful face, the image of a snowy day seventeen years ago suddenly came to mind.
The woman, who bore a striking resemblance to Jian Qing, was fallen bloody in the snowy day wrapped in silver frost.
Her fingers twitched slightly, a complex mix of emotions flashed in the depths of her eyes.
Well, is this her retribution?
Yun Xi, Yun Xi, you're dead, but your daughter has caused turmoil in the An Family. Are you satisfied now?
She slowly closes her eyes, the world before her descended into darkness, Zhou Qi's call to her gradually faded.
