"Get out of the way! The horse is going mad!" A mad horse was running around in a busy city, followed by several men dressed as slaves, chasing and shouting.
Pedestrians avoided and hid aside.
There was a lake further back, and even if the crazy horse hadn't been caught by those people, it would have fallen into the lake and wouldn't have hurt anyone.
Suddenly, a woman holding a candied haws in the distance cried out miserably: "Oh my God, my child!"
Everyone looked and saw that the crazy horse turned a corner and ran towards the cabbage stall on the other side, and next to the stall sat a young child with a confused look in his eyes.
It was too late. Unless a god came to rescue him, the child would surely die at Crazy Horse's speed. Everyone felt sorry for him.
Just when everyone was about to look away because they couldn't bear to watch the child's fate, a beggar in ragged clothes with vegetable leaves in his hands suddenly rushed out and collided with the crazy horse less than ten feet away from the child.
Everyone watched as the beggar was kicked three meters away by the crazy horse. Thanks to this, the crazy horse turned around and ran in another direction where there was no one.
Everyone finally reacted and rushed over to help.
Xia Wan'er endured the severe pain in her chest and tried to get up, but she had no strength at all. Her breath was choked and she spat out a large mouthful of blood.
She was terribly cold all over, and she couldn't even raise her head to take a look at the child. She could only lie there, forced to feel her life slipping away bit by bit.
"Thank you, thank you for saving my child!" The woman's crying voice came from far away.
Xia Wan'er felt bitter in her heart. This was the first time she heard someone say thank you to her.
I just didn’t expect it would be the last time.
She didn't know why she rushed out just now. Maybe it was because of the candied haws that the child handed to her yesterday? Or was it because of the pot of vegetable leaves that the child's mother handed to her yesterday
It is also possible that at that moment, she simply didn't want to live anymore.
Her thoughts were clearly clear and she could hear her own heartbeat, but there was so much noise in her ears that she could no longer tell whether it was tinnitus or someone talking.
The past flashed before her eyes like a kaleidoscope of events. Facing her own life, Xia Wan'er couldn't express her feelings.
It's like a mixture of all kinds of emotions.
Towards Xia Zian, and her adoptive father Xia Huaijun… she seemed to have hatred in her heart, but also more guilt.
Towards Murong Qiao, and her biological mother Chen Linglong... She did hate him, but now that it had come to this, what was the point of hating him more
She fought for her whole life, robbed her whole life, and calculated her whole life, but in the end she ended up like this. If she hadn't fought with Xia Zian for Murong Qiao, and hadn't calculated for those things, I wonder if her ending would have been different.
Xia Wan'er smiled bitterly, how could there be an if
Time seemed to be running out, and her chest seemed to be blocked by something, and her breathing became rapid.
It seemed as if someone lifted her up, but she couldn't open her eyes and could only grab the clothes on her chest tightly.
Her nails dug into her flesh and she wanted to struggle to get up. If she could, she felt that there was something else she wanted to do.
Maybe she still felt a little unwilling in her heart, but there was really no if.
——The dividing line called unwillingness——
"Get up!"
A harsh voice almost pierced Xia Wan'er's ears. Before she could react, she felt someone pinch her thigh hard and said even louder, "Xia Wan'er, that's enough. How long do you want to act?"
(End of this chapter)