"I'm already so miserable, why don't you even believe me?"

Jiang Wei moved his gaze away, pressed down the complexity in his eyes, and said with some difficulty, "Qianxue, you... surrender yourself!"

Sue yourself?

What did she turn herself to?

Jiang Qianxue's red eyes instantly opened to extreme heights, full of shock and disbelief.

Mrs. Jiang rushed over and shouted, "Jiang Wei, are you crazy? It was Jiang Nuan who committed the crime, not Qianxue. Why did Qianxue surrender? Jiang Nuan, what kind of ecstasy soup did she give you to your sister so cruelly?"

Jiang Qianxue cried bitterly, her weak voice was sharp and full of accusations, "Brother, I am your dearest sister. Do you rather believe Jiang Nuan than believe me?"

Jiang Wei's face turned pale and she shouted angrily, "Enough!"

He had never had such a big fire before, and Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Qianxue were a little scared for a moment.

Jiang Wei stared at Jiang Qianxue's eyes tightly, "Qianxue, when Jiang Nuan said the meaning of "life and death", didn't you remember anything?"

Jiang Qianxue said crazy, "I painted "Life and Death" by me, not by Jiang Nuan! Jiang Wei, I am your sister, how could you treat me like this?"

Jiang Wei looked at her eyes, and she was truly without any guilt or fear.

His face became unprecedentedly gloomy, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

This blood-covered past torture him and Jiang Nuan.

As the person involved, Jiang Qianxue has long forgotten everything...

In her opinion, a life is so despicable?

Jiang Wei looked at Jiang Qianxue with a sharp tone for the first time, "Jiang Qianxue, did you forget what you did when you were ten years old?"

Ten years old...

Life and death...

A pregnant woman who died in the snow...

The blood on Jiang Qianxue's face faded away in an instant and turned pale.

Mrs. Jiang's eyes were dazed, and suddenly remembered some of the things that Jiang Qianxue had said to her in the middle of one night, crying and running back to cry.

Her face changed completely in an instant.

...

In the rental house.

Jiang Nuan sat in Li Xichen's arms, smiled sweetly, and explained everything she had done these days as if she had known her family.

No matter how big or small it is, I don’t even let go of any clothes I wear or anything I eat.

After she finished speaking, she hugged Li Xichen's slender neck and thin white legs, and swung playfully in the air.

"Li Xichen, what have you done these days?"

Li Xichen kissed her lips, "handled some boring business."

Jiang Nuan "wags" and bites the cake he handed to his mouth, no longer asking about Li Xichen's serious business.

"Li Xichen, I know that doing so may cause trouble, but I..."

She lowered her eyelashes and whispered, "I can't forget."

Li Xichen stared at her delicate and dull eyebrows.

Jiang Nuan was only nine years old at the time. When she witnessed Jiang Qianxue killing a life, she would definitely tell her "mother".

According to Jiang Nuan's kind and upright nature, she would rather be condemned by her conscience for so many years than mentioning it.

In order to help Jiang Qianxue cover up this crime, Mrs. Jiang may have done something very cruel to Xiao Jiang Nuan, who is an insider.

She couldn't say it, but she couldn't forget it. At the age of nine, she could only cry and draw "life and death" for the mother and son...
Chapter completed!