"What's going on? I heard that person is missing?" In the Wangquan Villa, some people were sitting in their rooms, discussing the news they had accidentally heard.
As servants of the Wangquan Villa, they often referred to the masters above as "that person." And this time, the "that person" they were talking about was Wangquan Zui.
"I heard so. It seems she went somewhere and never came back. For a while, the family head was in a complete mess."
This was the servant who served in the front. He had known this news for a long time but had always been too afraid to say it.
Now that many people were discussing this matter, he told them what he knew. But for the most part, he was also in the dark.
At this moment, Wangquan Baye was in the study, looking at the words written by Wangquan Zui before. He never thought that he would lose his younger sister again. Only two of his brothers had survived, but now, Wangquan Zui was missing. In such a dangerous place, what were the chances of her surviving alone?
Churi Huaizhu sighed as she watched Wangquan Baye lost in memories while looking at the objects. She wanted to comfort him, but before she could speak, she heard Wangquan Baye's hoarse voice: "If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have gone there, and she wouldn't have gone in again."
Wangquan Baye tried to control his emotions. He put the rice paper aside, the veins on his hands bulging, his eye sockets slightly red. The overwhelming sadness made the tears that Churi Huaizhu had been holding back finally fall.
"Hubby, she's so smart. She must be okay," Churi Huaizhu consoled Wangquan Baye, her tear - streaked face looking like a palm - sized oval.
Wangquan Baye forced a bitter smile: "I'm just deceiving myself."
He knew how dangerous it was behind the wall. So many of his brothers had gone in, but only a few had survived. Now that Wangquan Zui had gone in alone, how could she possibly come out safely?
Churi Huaizhu still had an impression of the original work "Fox Spirit." This incident was not that simple. The Black Foxes must have a conspiracy. If so, Wangquan Zui definitely wouldn't die behind the wall. But Churi Huaizhu didn't know Wangquan Zui's specific situation. Xiaoxin hadn't clearly explained it.
"I know you want me to feel better, but right now, my mind is in a mess. Let me be alone for a while," Wangquan Baye said to Churi Huaizhu. Then he closed his eyes, and a tear fell on the rice paper, smudging the black ink.
Churi Huaizhu looked at Wangquan Baye worriedly but was at a loss. She could only go out first and think about how to help Wangquan Baye get out of his grief.
At night, Wangquan Baye was sitting stupidly in the study. The room was very dark without the candles lit. He sat in the darkness, no one knew what he was thinking, or if he was thinking at all.
"Hubby, it's getting late. No matter what, you should take care of your health. Otherwise, how will you take care of me and the baby in the future?" Churi Huaizhu stood beside him, earnestly persuading Wangquan Baye.
As she spoke, she pulled Wangquan Baye's hand and let him touch her belly to feel the baby's presence. Wangquan Baye stared blankly and followed her. When he heard about the baby, he smiled briefly, but then his expression turned even more sorrowful.
"Hubby, the baby was so good today, so obedient," Churi Huaizhu said in a gentle and loving tone, describing the baby's behavior today, hoping to cheer Wangquan Baye up, but it had no effect.
Wangquan Baye just twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a forced smile. There was nothing else. Churi Huaizhu had no choice but to accompany Wangquan Baye quietly.
"Go to sleep. I'll stay here alone for a while. I'll be okay," Wangquan Baye forced a smile. It was an ugly smile, with no trace of joy, only endless sorrow and pain.
Churi Huaizhu had no choice but to go back to the bedroom first and wait for Wangquan Baye. Half - asleep and half - awake, Churi Huaizhu fell asleep. When she suddenly woke up, dawn was approaching, but there was still no sign of Wangquan Baye.
She felt the quilt beside her. The cold touch made her lose all drowsiness. She quickly put on her clothes and planned to go to the study to look for Wangquan Baye.
When she got to the study, Churi Huaizhu didn't see Wangquan Baye. She searched in a hurry, but there was no sign of him in the whole villa. Churi Huaizhu vaguely realized that Wangquan Baye must have gone to the wall.
Sure enough, when Churi Huaizhu got to the wall, Wangquan Baye was hugging a wine jar, muttering non - stop against the wall. His decadent appearance reminded Churi Huaizhu of when he had just returned from behind the wall.
"Hubby, why are you here? Come back with your wife quickly," Churi Huaizhu's gentle voice made Wangquan Baye open his eyes slightly. His blood - shot eyes stared blankly at Churi Huaizhu.
The strong smell of alcohol was unpleasant. Wangquan Baye raised the wine jar and took big gulps. A little bit of the wine spilled on his collar.
"Go back? I'm too ashamed to go back. My brothers are all here. What can I do if I go back?" Wangquan Baye murmured. He kept shaking his head, as if trying to shake off some strange words.
For some reason, he suddenly threw the wine jar on the ground. The wine soaked the sand on the ground.
"Tell me, will they blame me? I blame myself. Why, why did they die while I'm still alive? Why!"
Wangquan Baye roared. Each word was like a sharp sword stabbing into Churi Huaizhu's heart. She looked at Wangquan Baye, reeking of alcohol, and forced a smile through her tears.
"Hubby, you still have me and the baby. Hubby, they won't blame you. This is not what you want to see."
Hearing the word "baby," Wangquan Baye regained a bit of his senses. He looked at Churi Huaizhu and found that she had come in a hurry and was only wearing a thin coat, which fluttered in the wind.
"Hubby, let's go back. Have a good sleep. Everything will be okay when you wake up..."
Under the glow of the rising sun, the two of them walked step by step towards the villa. After they got back, Churi Huaizhu helped Wangquan Baye wash up. She put the clothes reeking of alcohol on the rack beside. Looking at the sleeping Wangquan Baye, Churi Huaizhu didn't know what she was thinking.
She stood up and picked up the clothes from the rack. The strong smell of alcohol made her frown slightly. Suddenly, Churi Huaizhu felt something was wrong. Since she got pregnant, she would involuntarily want to vomit when she smelled too strong a smell of alcohol.
But now, she didn't have that urge to vomit. Moreover, she hadn't felt the baby move recently.
Thinking about it, Churi Huaizhu brought the alcohol - soaked clothes close to her nose. The strong smell of alcohol rushed into her nostrils. Churi Huaizhu's face turned a little pale, but she didn't have any urge to vomit.