"Xingchen, all these little tricks are ones I taught you. Using them against me… I'm so delighted!"
"Xingchen, come, come into Mommy's arms!"
"Mommy missed you so much! I wonder if my little Xingchen has gotten thinner… ah, no, you wouldn't be thin. You've been with your brother, and he's raised you so well… that really makes Mommy happy!
For you to actually come to your brother's side!"
Long Xingkui stopped in front of a frosted, carved glass screen. The carved glass was inlaid with pearwood, heavy and lavish.
She narrowed her eyes, smiling as she strolled around the screen.
Just then, the lily-of-the-valley chandelier on the ceiling suddenly came crashing down!
Its falling path was aimed straight at the top of Long Xingkui's head.
"Bang!" With a deafening crash, Long Xingkui's wail came from beyond the screen.
"Xingchen, Mommy's hurt! It hurts so much!"
"Xingchen! Mommy's bleeding…"
Long Xingkui's cries did not lure out that child.
