"Because of me."
There was anger and self-derision in Feng Wu's impassive voice.
"Miss Wu —" Granny Zhao wanted to say something.
However, Feng Wu stopped Granny Zhao with a wave of her hand. "Clean Qiuling with a hot towel, then put this ointment on her."
She then turned to leave.
"Sister —"
Feng Xiaoqi took Feng Wu's hand. "Sister, where are you going?"
"Don't worry, I won't lose control."
Feng Wu sat down on the threshold and let Feng Xiaoqi sit next to her.
Looking up, she realized that the silver moon was wrapped in thick cloud layers and the sky was pitch black.
Feng Wu recalled the densely packed needle marks on Qiuling's fair skin!
The wounds were bloody and the needles used had been very thick. Moreover, Feng Wu noticed that they weren't clean at all!
They wanted Qiuling dead!
Those people!
They'd lost their minds!
She had to get stronger!
Feng Wu took a deep breath.
