Chapter 162 (1/2)

Two high lanterns are carried in front of the door. They are so eye-catching in the endless night, as if they can light up the future for the people on the verge of extinction.

On the two lanterns, there are two big characters -- Feng Fu.

Yuqianliu, like a desperate survivor, ran up the steps with the last bit of strength and buckled the heavy knocker with a bang.

After knocking for a long time, there was a yawning voice in the door: ”who is it?”

Yu qianliu shrieked, ”it's me! Miss Yu

”What three ladies?” The small window on the door knocker was opened, revealing a pair of inquiry eyes, ”this midnight, why do you come to our house?”

Yu qianliu subconsciously tightened the rags on her tight body. She was so cold that she said, ”go To inform your family of Young master, he said Say I'm here

She became like this because of Feng Sihuai! He won't ignore her!

The porter looked at her suspiciously and said for a long time, ”you wait.”

Bang, the small window closed, behind the door came a sound of footsteps leaving.

Yuqianliu shivered with cold, and a thick layer of snow gradually fell on her hair and eyebrows. She resisted the attack of cold and kept stamping her feet, waiting for the door to open.

After a meal, the small window on the door opened again.

Yuqianliu comes forward hopefully and waits for the gate to open. She will fall into a warm and familiar embrace, full of pity and love

To answer her, there was a strange voice full of annoyance: ”go! Where's the crazy woman from? She came to our house in the middle of the night, so that I was beaten by my father

Yu qianliu's eyes gaped. She rushed forward crazily. One hand reached for help from the window on the door. In vain, she tried to catch something. She cried bitterly, ”didn't you tell him that I'm the third lady of the jade family? You go to tell him, I want to see him -- ”

before she finished, she put her hand in the door and was beaten hard. Yuqianliu withdrew her hand in pain, but she still held the small window with her fingers and refused to let the porter close it.

Once this small window is closed, she really has no way to live!

”Go and ask Mr. Feng to help me...” Weak voice, full of despair, yuqianliu's body weight is placed on the fingers of the window, pale face full of pleading.

The cold little window closed mercilessly in front of her, accompanied by the porter's vent like roar: ”get out! If you want to die, you'd better die for me

With a crack, the slender fingers of yuqianliu were cut off, and the black red blood, without a trace of temperature, slowly flowed out.

Yuqianliu seems to feel no pain at all. Her delicate body slides down the gate and her eyes full of despair stare at the dark sky.

Heart, as if falling into the abyss, empty to find the ground.

Even Feng Sihuai doesn't care about her. Where else can she go?

She felt as if she had been stabbed hard at the mouth of her heart. The pain almost made her curl up. All the wounds on her body seemed to be no longer painful. Only the pain in her heart, layer by layer, invaded her whole body like a tide.

The snow was even heavier, covering her body with only a thin cloth. The skin on her arms and legs was covered with bruises. Under the cover of snow, it looked so ferocious, as if telling people how abused and insulted this woman had been.