"Young Master, there is news. Today, there is a photo of a Weibo missing person notice, saying that a wandering woman fainted under an eaves on the street. The young master is her. Although she can't see clearly, her clothes and figures are all her."

Feiying called in surprise, and her tone was slightly worried in joy.

Mo Fengya, who was driving around, was instantly excited and said anxiously: "Send me the Weibo message immediately."

He turned on his phone and clicked on the things sent by Feiying.

The originally joyful face suddenly lost its blood color, his eyes were shocked, and he stared at the confused woman in the photo in pain.[

A biting pain spread in the blood, causing his heart to suck violently.

The picture on the phone almost coincides with the black and white photo.

Although one is a little girl and the other is already an adult woman, the lonely and desolate scene is so similar.

She sat alone in a corner with bare legs.

The slender body shrank tightly, like a lost beast surrounded by the cold wind in winter.

Even in the still photos, she seemed to be shaking constantly.

Her white face was a little dirty, and the rouge had long since fallen off, revealing her transparent and bloodless cheeks.

She leaned against the wall with her head tilted and lost consciousness. Her lips were purple and chapped, and her eyebrows were frowned in pain and helplessness.

And the most shocking thing is her hands.

The owner of Weibo was obviously shocked, so he gave her a close-up look.

The white and soft hands were so beautiful, but what was presented to him now was her bloody hands.

You can even vaguely see the fine glass that is not completely picked out inside.

Mo Fengya seemed to be struck by lightning.

He stared at the miserable girl in the photo in a daze, and his heart thrust hard.

Suddenly I remembered that she fell into pieces of glass yesterday.

His hands were clearly pricked, but his face was not hurt at all.

So he thought she was fine and focused all his attention on her sudden appearance.

However, even if she tried hard to endure it, it still hurts, so she asked him to help her up at the end.

At that time, her voice was so fragile that it was difficult to say it.[

A woman who is as strong as her and doesn't like asking for help.

If he hadn't been forced to the extreme, how could he bow his head and ask for help? He had never expected it at all.

But he spoke fiercely and asked her to stand up by herself, and then got out of the hurtful words.

She looked disbelief and pale as if she was dead. In the end, she left quietly without any complaints.

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There is still some afternoon
Chapter completed!