had grown even farther."Why" Chu Weiyun was a bit out of control, tears welling up in her eyes."Night brother, at least, give me a reason, what have I done wrong"From Mocheng all the way back, Feng Li...Boom!

Shen Siyin was struck by lightning!

She clutched her hands tightly, staring at him in disbelief!

The man's lips curled into a mocking smirk, so obvious it choked the rest of her words in her throat.

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Zonghan's eyes.

"People like you should have died a long time ago. Rest assured, if you really die, I will definitely make the entire Shao Shuai Mansion draped in red and festive decorations to celebrate!"

With a bang, the door shut.

Shen Siyin collapsed helplessly on the ground. Now, she couldn't bear Xiao Zonghan at all.

My hands are unresponsive and tremble like chaff.

Lin Lao's words echoed in her ear again: "Madam, your body... if you take good care of it, you should still have a year..."

Feeling as if she had been crushed repeatedly, Shen Siyin pulled the pillowcase over her mouth.

The pain that came with the illness was not as bearable as she had imagined. Her intestines felt like they were being pulled out, inch by inch. In order not to wake Xiao Zonghan, Shen Siyin gritted her teeth and endured it with all her might.

……

Night has fallen.

As cold as water.

Shen Siyin stood outside the door, for a long time, before taking a deep breath and pushing open the door.

Xiao Zonghan raised his head and his gaze fell upon her.

"Zonghan, you're looking for me..." Shen Siyin was dressed as usual, her hair neatly styled. At first glance, she appeared dignified and virtuous. But Xiao Zonghan knew very well what kind of person she really was!

A sly smile curved his lips as he tossed over a beautifully crafted gift box. "Take this to Bailu Men. Qingwan's in a bad mood, you go apologize to her and say that this handsome man will make it up to her another day."

Upon hearing his words, Shen Siyin's eyes dimmed slightly.

The gift box was very light; she held it in her hand, but felt an unbearable weight.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to put on a gentle smile: "Yes, I will personally deliver it to her." Obedient, weak, with him as heaven and earth. However, Xiao Zonghan saw this and was enraged.

This woman, she's really patient and good at acting!

"Well then!" he chuckled wickedly. "Qingwan says she always sings for others, so tomorrow you should prepare and sing for her." He seemed incredibly pleased with his sudden idea. "Yes! That's it, Qingwan will definitely be delighted."

Shen Siyin's shoulders trembled slightly.

Trembling, from my shoulders to my hands and then to my feet... Xiao Zong-han, do you truly despise me this much Hate me Hate me so much that you won't even leave a shred of dignity for me

Xiao Zonghan squinted, admiring with satisfaction the pale face and trembling body of the woman before him like a fallen leaf...Shen Siyin, since you've always longed to be the Shao Shuai's wife, isn't this exactly what you wanted

A flicker of irony and triumph crossed his eyes.

He could only be quick, his sarcasm and triumph froze on his face.

That woman's body, which was trembling violently, suddenly became still.

She put a compliant smile back on her face and said, "Yes, whatever Zong Han says goes. Tomorrow, I'll sing for Miss Chu."

"Sing the most favorite one."

"Okay."

Shen Siyin didn't know how she walked out of Xiao Zonghan's room. Her face was stiff, and her steps grew quicker with each one.

Until the very end, with a “bang,” he locked himself in the room.

Her body went limp and she slumped to the floor beside the door.

My heart, it hurts so much, here, it hurts so much!

Shen Siyin covered her heart, a feeling of breathlessness there. She opened her mouth and gasped for air, tears finally rolling down her cheeks, one by one...

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