Dark strands fell like waterfalls, veiling every expression on her face and concealing the last dying spark within those already hollow, lifeless eyes.
She slowly parted her bloodless little mouth, taking that scalding Baguette bit by bit, devouring it entirely.
Nn...
That nearly savage size and heat flooded her oral cavity in an instant.
Countless emotions burst within her mind, yet ultimately they all settled into a sheet of dead, numb silence.
An Ya closed her eyes, letting tears run wild.
Yinzhu... I'm sorry...
Chapter 909: Lianqin, Be Good
Inside the mourning hall, incense smoke curled.
Li Haiyang, Xiangluan, and the Little Dragon Girl knelt there, their weeping suppressed as soft sobs intertwined across the solemn air.
None of them knew that right in the back courtyard of the mansion, within the bedchamber belonging to An Ya, a far more soul-shaking storm was sweeping through.
Sula knelt among them.
Her stark white mourning garments clung tightly to her curvaceous figure, and though she kept her head lowered, that peach-blossom-bright face held little sorrow, instead revealing a lingering trace of a flushed red hue.
She turned her head slightly, her pretty eyes drifting past the curling sandalwood smoke to quietly land upon the petite figure at her side.
Ye Lianqin knelt bolt upright, that youthful little face filled with the genuine grief of a shattered heart as tear-drops fell uninterrupted like a broken string down her fair cheeks.
Looking at her daughter's pure and innocent appearance, Sula felt not a shred of pity within her heart; instead, an excitement surged up.
She thought of the intense heat that had flashed in Bai Qinchen's eyes when he heard of this little fruit, and she thought of his scalding Baguette that had left her barely able to stand.
What if Qin'er were to