Xiao Xi's mother sat beside her obedient daughter, gently comforting Xiao Xi's little head, "Ah la la, Xiao Xi, don't be upset, the administrator is very busy."
"That's the reason." Xiao Xi mumbled, nibbling her pale fingers, "Then I'll go play with 'Number 10 two'. After all, this is also part of 'history', right, mama?"
"Yes, my little Xiao Xi."
"GOGOGO!"
Xiao Xi woke up, Spirit refreshed. Since the administrator was getting less fun to play with, she'd go play with "Number 10 two".
It's all the same anyway.
They're the same entity.
…
A month later.
The bodies of his daughter and wife had been sent away.
Ling Wu Yan sat in the empty house, his gaze hollow, like a doll that had lost its Soul.
He had lost everything.
Only boundless hatred remained in his heart.
