Zhuanzhuan's last four words were light and fluttering, as if weightless, like the last leaf on a tree in the deep winter, falling gently with a gust of cold wind.
They landed softly on the tenderest part of the heart, and slowly rotted away...
The atmosphere in the room fell into a suffocating stagnation, Fu Xinwu's expression was serious, and he remained silent.
Wang Yunyun was initially quite buoyant, but as the conversation between Nan Fei and Zhuanzhuan unfolded, she realized the relationship between the sisters was not good. Remembering that Nan Fei had just stabbed Zhuanzhuan with a knife, she took three steps back in fear, keeping a safe distance from Nan Fei.
She had disliked Jiang Nanfei since she was little and knew that she was different from Jiang Zhuanzhuan, not easy to provoke, and had an even worse temper than herself. If she were really stabbed by her, who would she cry to?
