Clothes were strewn all over the chaotic room, and the bloodstains were shockingly vivid. Xia Xue couldn't help clenching Xiao Lin's arm. It had been a long time since she'd been back, but upon stepping into her home to find this scene, it was hard not to let her imagination run wild. She looked at Xiao Lin; after experiencing so much, her little heart had learned the habit of keeping her mouth shut at critical moments.
"Why don't you go rest in the room first, it's nothing," Xiao Lin said with a face that didn't look as relaxed as his words implied. Xia Xue held back the urge to speak countless times and went straight to her own room upon entering the house.
Xiao Lin found the unconscious Consort Ling in the bathroom. The water spraying from the showerhead splashed onto his body, and his clothes clung to his skin. The blood slowly turned from red to thin streaks within the clear water, flowing down the drain.
