At this moment, Yan Yuling's eyes had lost focus when she said, "Beautiful brother, are you okay?"
When Feng Zhexuan heard this, his body stiffened and his eyes widened in disbelief. Only he and the little girl knew this sentence. How could his wife know this?
"Wife, you.."
Yan Yuling opened her eyes and turned around to look into her husband's eyes. She saw a pair of complicated eyes, exactly the same as in her memory, looking at her.
She reached out and brushed her husband's hair gently. When she saw the faint scar on his right forehead, she said, "She really hurt you."
After saying that, she shed tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "Beautiful brother, I was very scared. But, she bullied you and I feel angry. So, I stabbed her. She deserved to die."
"Beautiful brother, you are scared of me," she said sadly.
"I'm a monster. I killed her, I killed my mother, I also deserved to die," she muttered in a soft voice.
