Ma Donghua was a crafty one, sharp as a monkey. Hearing Xiaofeng's words, she knew there must be something fishy about her return.
Xiaofeng said she came back to recuperate, but it wasn't her brain that was injured, was it?
Within moments, countless thoughts had spun through Ma Donghua's mind.
"Xiaofeng, Taozi really did you wrong, and her death is her retribution. Don't take it too much to heart." After some thought, Ma Donghua decided to drop this piece of news.
As she spoke, she watched Xiaofeng's expression, hoping to confirm her guess.
Indeed, Xiaofeng looked utterly shocked upon hearing Ma Donghua's words—dead?
How could it be? Such a young life, how could it just end?
"She..." Xiaofeng's mouth moved, but in the end, she didn't manage to ask anything.
Yes, her memories from the last year or two were completely gone, and a lot could happen in that time.
