C198 (2/2)

After experiencing so much, the only thing she could give Wang Yiling was these words, ”I'll tell you this for the last time today. The key to happiness lies in your hands. Wang Yiling, our previous friendship is already gone.

If he hadn't been soft-hearted in the first place, this wouldn't have led to his and Xuan Peng's failure to return to the original tragedy.

The only thing she could do was to grasp the present and work hard towards the future. Perhaps deep down, she was like an ordinary woman, yearning for home, a cute child, and a husband who doted on her.

It had been too long since he felt the warmth of his home. He wanted to reunite this small house.

He didn't look at the complicated look in Wang Yiling's eyes anymore. She turned around and continued walking. She wanted to find her son. She always felt a call from the bottom of her heart, asking her to go back to the ruins.

At this moment, Mo Xiaoxiao remembered something that she had overlooked. The villa had fallen, there was no fire, and there were no signs of a fire engine being used for emergency treatment.

Mo Xiaoxiao discovered that Han Yong and Xiao Meng Han didn't seem to notice this issue, or did they? The reason was clear, and only she herself didn't know.

”Silent Dye, are you laughing at me?” Wang Yiling took two steps forward, her eyes staring straight at the figure of Mo Xiaoyan's back.

Wang Yiling used to have such a figure, but it attracted so much admiration and envy on the streets. Now, she would never see such a figure again.

Even if she had a prosthetic limb, she couldn't walk in a relaxed manner, because if she walked fast, the prosthetic limb would fall off and her footsteps would become unnatural.

The sadness and sadness on Wang Yiling's face pierced Lin Ping's line of sight. She had loved Wang Yiling since she was young, and she had endured so many years with her husband for her daughter.

Now that he saw his daughter ruined, in the hands of Jing Xiaoxiao and Xuan Peng, a pair of masochists.

Lin Ping tightly clenched her hand into a fist and slowly reached towards a bamboo that was as thick as a child's wrist.

A gust of wind blew from the bamboo forest in the distance, raising the unbound long hair behind Mo Xiaoxiao. Her black hair fluttered in the wind, like an elf leaving the bamboo forest. It was a show of strength and beauty that came from her bones.

”Mom, let's go. I will never be able to win against Mo Xiaoxiao. She is too scheming, and I admit that I failed. I no longer have the qualifications to fight with her, and Xuan Peng will never give me any love.” Tears rolled down Wang Yiling's face as he finished his sentence.

Those tears stimulated Lin Ping's last bit of reason. She looked at her daughter's tears that fell on her clothes, soaking them up.

Lin Ping suddenly took a step forward, and like an enraged wolf, she charged towards Mo Xiaoxiao who was already ten meters away.

Wang Yiling looked at Lin Ping and looked at her mother. She opened her mouth and a ”mom” came out of it. She looked at Lin Ping rushing towards Jing Xiaoxiao and Lin Ping holding the bamboo in her hand and attacking her.

Everything happened in less than ten seconds. Wang Yiling watched as Mo Xiaoxiao turned her head to watch the bamboo shoot at her forehead.

Blood droplets burst out, drifting down like snowflakes in the winter.

The corners of Wang Yiling's lips twitched, a trace of ruthlessness flashing across her eyes.

The bamboo fragrance floated in the air and a faint smell of blood permeated the air. Everything had become still.

The wind swept through the bamboo leaves, but there was no sound.

Lin Ping's previous anger and fierceness had faded away because of the blood that was still pouring out of Mo Xiaoxiao's mouth. She raised her head due to her weak nature.