Yun bixue's head hurt. Holding the scalding hot box, her heart thumped wildly.
Even when she walked, she was staggering as if she was stepping on air without any strength.
Her heart was in pain, and even her eyes were red, as if they were dripping blood.
She was blaming herself. She should have just taken the text message seriously.
If she had quickly used herself to exchange for her mother, Ji qiongxin, things would not have turned out this way.
Her mother treated her like a daughter. She was unfilial. It was her. It was all her fault.
Yun bixue kept blaming herself. Instead of taking the car, she held the box and staggered back home, tears streaming down her face.
Fortunately, the weather was hot. She quickly wiped her eyes and put on sunglasses so that the passers-by could not see her emotions.
The Yun family's men of sacrifice were all protecting Yun bixue in the dark. Without orders, they wouldn't appear.
