Seeing the maid leaving the room with her feathered body, Shui Lingyu struggled in Tang Hehan’s book in a hurry: “Don’t leave, don’t let me bury the feathers.”
She couldn’t break free and could only cry and beg.
Tang Hehan pressed the water Lingyu on the sofa, took the bowl on the coffee table, and prepared to feed the water Lingyu.
Shui Lingyu was immersed in pain and anxiety, and there was no way to have the heart to eat.
When the bowl was approaching, he swung his hand and covered all the food in the bowl on Tang Hehan’s shirt, stained with stains.
Shui Lingyu took the opportunity to turn around and ran out the door, chasing the maid.
Tang Hehan stood up slowly, his face extremely cold.
It started to rain outside at some point, and it was heavy and the sky was covered with dark clouds.
Shui Lingyu didn’t care whether it was raining outside or whether it would get wet, and rushed into the heavy rain, looking for the maid who was going out.
Then I saw a maid holding an umbrella in the distance and preparing to find a place to sell her feathers.
Shui Lingyu ran up, and the maid immediately supported her with the umbrella.
Shui Lingyu directly snatched the feathers in her hand, turned around and ran away
“Miss” maid chased her and helped her hold an umbrella.
Shui Lingyu ran into the woods and stopped. Although the maid held her an umbrella, her body was still wet with the rain.
Standing next to the tree, he knelt softly on the wet ground with his feathers in his arms, tears and rain were not clearly distinguished on his face, and he was intertwined with sadness.
The feathers in his arms seemed to be frostbite. She put the feather aside and dig the soil with her fingers
“Miss, no,” the maid screamed.
As if Shueyingyu didn’t hear it, she used her tender fingers to pick the soil.
She simply lost consciousness and could not feel the pain, so she tried her best to dig the pit.