As she walked, Zi You’s heart felt a little uncomfortable . Grandfather and uncle’s probing looks and aunt’s meaningful smile made her heart weak . It felt a bit like a thief being caught in the act .
She could ignore Wang Yiping’s vicious gaze and silent condemnation, but she could not be undisturbed in front of her grandfather and uncle .
If they know that everything tonight was a carefully designed scheme to deal with Wang Yiping, would they be disappointed in her? After all, she was only a twelve-year-old child . But her mind was so evil and despicable that people would really be unable to accept it .
But if she did not do this, the one to be destroyed would be she . It didn’t matter if she died, but what about grandfather, uncle, aunt and her cousins?
For the sake of her loved ones, Zi You, you cannot be softhearted . Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva said, “If I don’t go to hell, then who will?” Let me go to hell then .
Zi You gritted her teeth and her footsteps towards Mu YingRui’s study grew firmer .
Mu YingRui carried Shui YouLian into the study . He put her on top of the bed he usually took rest on .
Shui YouLian had slightly closed eyes and slightly opened lips while lying on the bed . She was incessantly gasping . Her body was trembling, like weak and helpless leaves in the wind . A pair of long eyelashes, like a row of fans, projected under her eyelids .
Two small tears like crystal-clear crystals were congealed on the white-as-snow skin of her small face .
Because they were in close proximity, one could smell the faint, fresh mint smell from her mouth .
A pair of snow peaks tightly bound under the translucent red sari was faintly discernible . They were undulating up and down with her shortness of breath, like a pair of fire-red balls .