Pei Yuqing's expression briefly froze.
Indeed.
Perhaps a guest, out of curiosity, pushed open the door, witnessed such a tragic scene, and felt compassion, thus covering the mother and daughter with a quilt to shield their bodies.
It wouldn't be Wanwan.
At that time, Wanwan had already jumped into the lake.
In the boundless abyss, suddenly a ray of hope was born, only to be as fleeting as a bloom, followed by even deeper darkness.
It was as if being in a boundless hell.
Such a great disparity is enough to drive anyone insane with despair.
A low whimper seemed almost nonexistent.
Pei Yuqing crouched on the ground, not rising for a long time, his previously tall and elegant figure now faintly trembling in the dim light.
The two servants kneeling on the floor saw water marks that had dripped onto the wooden floor in front of them, spreading out.
No one dared to speak.
For a long time, until the sunset outside completely fell, the wing room sank into immeasurable darkness.
