"I don't feel pain!" Wen Qing'er said loudly.

Because he knows what a person's desire will be. As you get more things, you will never be full like a glutton, especially those who are in love, always wanting more.

"Also!" Wen Ruyu's voice became serious, and he stared at Wen Qing'er with serious eyes, "Did you do something to his wife's death?" Although it was a question, Wen Ruyu seemed to be sure of his sister's involvement. 

To his sister's words, eyes full of pleading but stubbornness, Wen Ruyu's heart also ached slightly, knowing that it was the south wall, she had already hit her head badly, but she still refused to turn back. What is the difference between her and moths to the flame?

"Brother!" The voice was much softer, and the tone was also full of pleading.

If Xia Zhengjun's wife hadn't died, no matter how much she begged, it would be useless. Wen Qing'er thanked Xia Zhengjun's family for doing that for her.

Brother actually let go? The voice trembled with excitement, "Thank you brother."