The only difference was that her eyes were full of indifference and loneliness, while her mother's eyes were full of warmth and love for her. In the end, she moved her lips and said, "Fan Ruoyu, my name is Fan Ruoyu!"

The woman suddenly heard the voice and turned her face in disbelief. Fan Ruoyu? Is it really Fan Ruoyu? Is she her? Is it herself? Her ten-year-old self? But then she shook her head and denied it, no, no, no, absolutely wrong. The woman shook her head vigorously, she

It's not her, it definitely can't be her.

At this time, the sound in my ears rang clearly, a wailing sound, the wailing sound of an old man, and the fog in front of my eyes also dispersed. What jumped into my eyes was an antique room.

The old man lay on an antique carved wood bed and cried. His look of grief made everyone who heard it feel sad and frightened. Next to him stood a delicate maid wiping her tears. Her pink gauze was hanging on her face.

The breeze blew in through the window and rippled gently.

There is a table in front of the window, and a pot of white magnolia flowers is placed on the table. The cold fragrance overflows, refreshing and sobering. When the breeze comes, the woman in white seems to smell the fragrance in the air and cannot help but close her eyes and sink her mind.

With this appreciation, the doubtful and restless heart also became at peace.[

"Ruoyu, dad shouldn't let you be so humiliated." The old man suddenly stood up from the bed, "Father, go kill him!" After saying this, he also left the room, and the maid next to him hurriedly shouted, "

Master, Master..."

Fan Ruoyu walked to the side of the woman in white and looked at the scene calmly. Although there was a worried look on his face, he did not cry or fuss like ordinary children.

Unknowingly, the woman nodded secretly, yes, very calm.

The red lips moved slightly, "Is that your father?" she asked, glancing slightly at the child who only reached her waist. After receiving her soft response, the woman said again: "Aren't you worried?" The old man went out angrily, and she

I noticed that there was even more deathly silence in his eyes.

Seeing that Fan Ruoyu didn't answer, he added: "He went to seek death!"

The corners of his lips raised up, hoping to see her reaction. So what if he was calm? He was still a child after all. Looking at her frightened eyes, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart and turned away.

She raised her palm and caressed her left chest, and doubts flashed in her cold eyes. Was it hurting just now? Pain? A touch of sarcasm appeared on the corner of her lips. She thought she had forgotten the feeling of pain. She didn't expect it to look like this now.

But I experienced it again.

At this time, her pink lips opened slightly, "I'm already dead," her little face was pale and transparent, "I can't stop it." The woman in white turned her head, her face calm, looking at Fan Ruoyu without saying a word, waiting for her.

Next words.

"But you can. I beg you, save my father!" As he spoke, the little figure slowly knelt down. The look of mourning in his eyes was unbearable.

But the woman in white didn't seem to be moved, and said calmly: "Why do you think I can do it?" She frowned, looked at the motionless figure lying on the bed, and then looked at the child in front of her. Her name was Fan Ruoyu.

, has the same name as her, and even her appearance seems to be a miniature version of hers. "Or is it your masterpiece that brought me here?" A murderous intent flashed across his cold eyes.
Chapter completed!