"Is he dead?" Lu Xiaojiu asked.
"Do you wish he were dead?"
"I don't know."
Mu Liang said, "You and Aunt Ling have a ten-year pact. During these ten years, you don't touch Lu Bai. You indeed speak your mind and keep your promise. When the ten-year pact is over, you want Lu Bai's life. That's ruthless."
Aunt Ling, if you have a spirit in heaven and know that ten years aren't enough for Xiaojiu to erase the hatred in her heart, would you feel sad?
Lu Xiaojiu took a deep breath, turned around, and the drizzle wetted her eyelashes, appearing like a sparkling tear. Her gaze was clear, "Are you here for revenge on Lu Bai?"
Mu Liang shook his head, "In the year Aunt Ling died, Ah Bai got drunk. He grabbed our collars and said, if one day he died by your gun, none of us were allowed to trouble you. He wanted us to replace him and protect you well."
Lu Xiaojiu's body stiffened, the water droplets on her eyelashes quivered and slid across her white cheeks with a slight tremor.
