cold clothes

Breeze collapsed to the ground and retched, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls. Lengyi watched indifferently as Breeze's face, like Wuxue's, was blurred with blood, and his sinister smile grew even more unrestrained.

Warm Winter walked over with a stern face and shouted, "Ningbi, you've gone too far. Do you have any respect for the breeze or for the dead?"

Leng Yi's smiling face froze, and then her blue eyes flashed with intense resentment. She had a thousand words to say in rebuttal, but she was rendered speechless by Nuan Dong's question about "respecting the dead." In an instant, she transformed from a ferocious beast into a vulnerable trapped animal, and her eyes turned into a blue lake, containing an indescribable sorrow.

The tense atmosphere didn't last long before Hu's mother arrived, pressing down on the already suffocating atmosphere like a mountain.

Everyone bowed to Mother Hu, except for Leng Yi, who remained motionless, and Wei Feng, who was crying uncontrollably.

Mrs. Hu's chilling gaze swept first at Leng Yi and Wei Feng, then fixed on Wu Xue's corpse. Wu Xue's body had been covered with a white sheet. Mrs. Hu had no choice but to walk forward and lift the sheet. After taking a look, even a decisive person like Mrs. Hu felt dizzy for a moment.

Liu Xia walked up to Hu Mama and quietly told her what had happened.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Hu frowned deeply, her face darkening. Suppressing her anger, she said, "After Wu Xue's autopsy is completed tomorrow, everyone here must come to Jingya Pavilion. I want to get to the bottom of this!" With that, Mrs. Hu turned and left.

The scene was naturally left to Nuandong and Liuxia. The two looked at each other and nodded knowingly. Nuandong glanced at the bloodstains on Lengyi and Weifeng, and without saying a word, led them to the bathroom.

Even as she washed her face, Wei Feng couldn't help but gag and cry. She had never touched blood before, and suddenly tasting someone else's blood was an immense shock to her. What was worse, it was the blood of her best friend of several years, whose death was also related to her. She was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Leng Yi appeared calm, but her mental state was actually similar to Wei Feng's. When the maid wiped her hands with a towel, she saw the blood on her hands and felt dizzy. The image of Wu Xue vomiting blood in her arms played on a loop, and the overwhelming sense of despair was driving her crazy.

She didn't know what to do... Should she beat up Weifeng and Granny Qin? That was impossible... When she realized her powerlessness, her body felt like wood, unable to move. Should she cry? Crying didn't seem to solve anything... Why did Wuxue die?

...Subconsciously, she didn't want to think about this problem, but she couldn't control it. The image of Wu Xue vomiting blood and being covered in blood kept appearing in her mind. Wu Xue seemed to want to say something to her, but she lost too much blood and strength and couldn't say a word... The huge sense of despair was driving her crazy.

"Ningbi? Ningbi? Doctor Xie, it seems like Ningbi can't perceive anything anymore."

"Sigh, Ningbi is a sentimental girl, and she worries too much. Faced with this blow, she must be feeling depressed and lost. Let's press her acupoints to help her sleep and get some rest."

Nuandong thought this made sense, so she pressed Lengyi's sleeping acupoint. Within a few breaths, Lengyi fell asleep and collapsed into Nuandong's arms.

Doctor Xie looked at Wei Feng, who seemed to have lost all three of her souls, and offered the same suggestion. As a result, Wei Feng also happily received the sleep aid package.

"Wu Xue's death has disrupted Madam Hu's plans. I wonder what she will do tomorrow..."