Little Wu rushed into the bathroom and found a few corpses lying in a pool of blood. The smell of blood rushed to her nostrils, so she hurriedly informed the bodyguards to come in and deal with the aftermath.
Looking at Feng Qing's trembling shoulders, Little Wu said softly, "Madam Qingqing, are you crying?"
Feng Qing did not answer. As the man left without turning back, her tears fell uncontrollably. Countless feelings of grievance and heartache surged. As Xie Jiuhan's woman, she had always felt a huge pressure. It was so strong that she felt like she was suffocating.
To her, Xie Jiuhan was the lighthouse, and she was the lost wave boat on the sea. Under the guidance of the lighthouse, she could find the other shore. However, when the lighthouse no longer guided it, she would completely lose her direction and drift along the waves.
