An Yiqing looked at the two of them, moved her lips, and finally let out a long sigh.
A day later, carrying the blood samples of everyone in the Yu Family and the two Little Buns, An Yiqing set off on the road back to Xuandu City.
And just then, somewhere deep in a mountain forest outside Xuanjin, inside a secluded estate, a bloody massacre was unfolding.
Bang—Shi Yimeng collapsed to the ground, the porridge bowl he had dropped scattered by his hand. He stared in disbelief at the woman looking down at him. She was clearly the one who shared his pillow, clearly the same face, so why didn't he recognize her at all?
"Xiao Wen, you..."
The strength in his body drained rapidly; he couldn't even move a finger. Shi Xiaowen stood off to the side, watching everything with cold eyes. There was something like poison steeped in her gaze that made Shi Yimeng's back go cold.
