Miss Xiao Qingzhi tore the gauze on the bed into strips, bandaging her in silence, her complexion pale, and eyes dim without a spark.
"Miss, please don't be like this, hit me, punish me!" Little Jiu looked at Miss with numb pupils, feeling like a knife was twisted in her heart, crying as she shook Miss's hand.
Xiao Qingzhi gently stroked the injured forehead of the maid, the shimmer in her eyes seemed dried up, still speaking softly,
"I don't blame you, Little Jiu, it's just too pitiful like this. We never did anything with that General, yet to make a fuss over this is wrong."
"Miss, I don't care, I don't care, this maid only wants you to live well, not to harm yourself anymore." The maid shook her head, crying as if pear blossoms in rain, knowing that after the continuous blows, Miss's spirit was gone, the vigor of life was gone, she would die.
Xiao Qingzhi's face was bitter, silent against each other.
