Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Without saying anything more, he listened to the footsteps gradually leaving and the door to the room closed.

Her fingers curled up silently and clenched slightly into fists.

Complete silence.

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After Lu Zongsheng left, Chunhua came in again immediately.

He muttered, his tone full of hatred for Lu Zongsheng.

"Miss, you have such a good temper, that's why you let that scornful thing step on your head."

"You should really have seen his disdain for others just now. He looks down on us just because he is the leader."

"You don't know what he did to me that day. He not only pointed a gun at me, but also refused to let me come in to save you."

Chunhua got angry when she said this.

"He's really going too far. He wants to drive me away because you and the chief haven't come out."

"What else are you saying, Miss, you are already dead and you want me to express my condolences?"

What a fart? !

Chunhua felt aggrieved when she thought about the original scene.

"Miss, when he comes next time, you should make a good attack and let him know how powerful you are!"

Otherwise, when will this life of being dependent on others and always being bullied come to an end?

Just thinking about it makes Chunhua feel sour.

Obviously, where has the young lady suffered such grievances before?

The person on the soft floor barely reacted when she spoke.

He just kept quiet, lowered his eyes, and coughed twice.

The pale and delicate little face was like a lifeless doll, exceptionally calm.

It was almost unbelievably quiet.

Only then did the dull Chunhua feel that something was wrong.

She scratched her head and said, "Little... miss?"

"Did...did I say something wrong?"

"Are you...angry?"

By the end, she even became a little cautious.

The quiet and gentle man moved his eyelashes.

He raised his eyes and looked at her.

Seeing that she was a little nervous, she slightly bent her eyes, her tone was still soft and spoke slowly.

"No, why can I be angry?"

She laughed.

"...Then, aren't you angry that the doctor treated us like this?"

Chunhua felt a little aggrieved.

"Why does he treat us like this..."

she whispered.

Don't regard the young lady's life as your destiny, don't take her seriously.

That cold and condescending look is really irritating!

I really want to find someone to beat him up.

"..." The sickly and beautiful person lowered her delicate eyelashes, and the curvature of her lips disappeared.

His face was still gentle, and his eyes fell quietly on the ground.

The sound was very light, as light as a weightless feather falling lightly to the ground.

Probably no one could hear it clearly except herself.

She said: "Maybe it's because... I'm just an outsider who can't see the light..."

Naturally, one must guard against an outsider.

Her eyes were calm.

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At night, the rain began to pour.

It wasn't big, but it filled the sky with dark clouds, blocking the bright moon.

It has arrived in late autumn, and as winter is gradually approaching, the weather has become colder and colder, bitingly cold.

Dongyuan.

The cloth shop that sent someone to measure the size a few days ago quickly delivered the customized winter coat.

There are several large boxes full of expensive and warm bear skins, fox skins, mink skins, etc.

It feels great in hand.

Chunhua was very happy and folded the new winter clothes one by one.

He moved carefully, for fear of breaking them.