But there was soone ignoring this heavy atmosphere’s nurture, crying uncontrollably, sitting on the ground without any image, covering her neck, her face drenched in tears, like a frightened little child.
Dong Huiying listened to this crying, her heart was gripped with emotion, she sighed and walked toward Ji Jiuhuang who was sitting on the ground crying loudly. "Still not getting up? Aren’t you afraid of catching cold on the ground? If you catch a chill and fall ill, that wouldn’t be good."
The crying person sobbed, her face full of snot and tears. Ji Jiuhuang looked pitifully at Dong Huiying, "It hurts, it hurts!" She pointed to her neck which Qinghe had squeezed not long ago, that person really used heavy hands, squeezing Ji Jiuhuang’s neck until it was bruised. Fingerprints were clearly visible.
Looking at Ji Jiuhuang’s appearance, if it weren’t inappropriate, Dong Huiying wanted to laugh aloud. This person is particularly amusing, sotis when she sees this person’s naive appearance, she thinks of her own son. Wu Wang... Wu Wang also doesn’t know how he is now, her being a mother really fails, not being able to accompany that child properly, there’s always so unexpected incident forcing her to react.
She sighed, her heart feeling a bit of pity, and then helped Ji Jiuhuang up from the ground.
She took out a small tin box from her arms, opened the lid, scooped out so white cream, and sared it evenly on Ji Jiuhuang’s neck. The bruises on her neck faded visibly to the eye, shortly thereafter, it was restored as before, and no longer painful.
Ji Jiuhuang foolishly widened her eyes, her face full of innocence. She touched her neck with dirty hands and then broke into a rather bright and pure smile, giggling.
She didn’t understand what was going on here, but she knew, the good person sared a bit of cooling stuff on her, and then her neck didn’t hurt anymore.
"Ow!" She exclaid oddly, wrapping her arms around Dong Huiying’s neck, rubbing her body straight towards Dong Huiying.
Among those present, the faces of the two n from the Liang family suddenly turned somber, black as dense clouds, and Yun Ge was even more angry with heavy breathing, hurriedly stepped forward to pull Ji Jiuhuang off Dong Huiying like sticky candy.
"Don’t touch her!" Yun Ge reprimanded, but Ji Jiuhuang had a confused expression, seemingly not understanding why Yun Ge wouldn’t let her touch the ’good person’.
"No, no, wah~~~~" At odds, she started crying, The Devil’s Voice Pierces the Ear, truly more delicate than a child.
Yun Ge’s face was very ugly, and even more so was Prince ng’s face.
Ah, Ji Jiuhuang, the once wise and strategic Ji Jiuhuang, how did she beco like this? Alas! Truly the past is unbearable to recall, especially when compared to before, and then looking at the present... Forget it, let’s not compare, lest the more it’s compared, the more distressing it becos.
Prince ng pressed his throbbing temples, barely pulling himself together. She looked at Dong Huiying, asking: "Can we start now?"
Dong Huiying glanced aningfully at the people around Prince ng, "Are you sure? Qinghe ca by earlier, how can you be sure these people are entirely trustworthy?"
Prince ng hesitated, rendered speechless by her question. She couldn’t prove that these people were entirely trustworthy, in fact, not even she was sure whether among those following her there was still a Spy...
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