She said happily, "This is my great gift to you, Bo Wanhua. Please enjoy it."

Su Yan stood up straight and turned around.

Then he said to the butler and waiter beside him: "Watch her and don't let her commit suicide."

After saying that, he left the theater.

The theater doors were closed.

But the lights in the theater were still bright.

Bo Wanhua sat there.

She held Wei Tingfang's body.

The whole person seemed to be in a daze.

It's like falling into hell...

When Su Yan appeared again.

It was already the next day.

When she came over.

From a distance, I could hear the sound of singing from inside the pot.

Su Yanqi entered the theater.

Bo Wanhua was performing on the stage in her costume.

The singing was extremely passionate.

Next to her was Wei Tingfang's gradually decaying body.

Every movement of Bo Wanhua is lifelike.

Long sleeves fluttered in the air, and sharp and mournful voices echoed in the empty stage.

The housekeeper hurried over.

The man next to Su Yan said, "Madam, she seems to have gone crazy."

Su Yan chuckled twice: "It's not that easy to go crazy."

She went on stage.

However, Bo Wanhua seemed not to notice her at all and continued to immerse herself in the opera.

"I urge the king to drink wine and listen to Yu songs, and to dance gracefully to relieve his worries."

"The unjust Qin Dynasty destroyed the country, and heroes started fighting on all sides."

"The old saying never deceives me. Success or failure is just a matter of seconds. Relax and drink in your precious tent!"

Bo Wanhua's voice was clear and loud on the stage.

Su Yan smiled and said, "Bo Wanhua, someone is here to pick you up."

Bo Wanhua ignored her.

Still singing to himself.

"It's Bo Jinxiu, he's here."

Hearing the three words "Bo Jinxiu", Bo Wanhua suddenly stopped.

She stared at Su Yan, her expression calm yet crazy: "What did you say?"

Su Yan smiled and said, "I knew you weren't crazy."

Bo Wanhua is indeed not crazy.

On the contrary, her mind was exceptionally clear.

She had never wished so much that she could really go crazy.

Last night.

All the past events came rushing back.

Bo Jinxiu's face appeared in her mind.

For the first time, she began to gaze at his features.

In the past, because of strong hatred.

When she looked at him, she felt disgusted and thought that Bo Jinxiu's face was the face of a devil.

It's just thinking about it now.

Yes, his face, eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Bai Qinghuan.

But Bo Jinxiu is more like her.

When he was a child, Bo Jinxiu was very cute.

It is snow-white and tender when raw, like a snowball.

She took one look at it and always had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Because she thinks Bo Jinxiu is cute.

It's so cute that you can't help but want to hug it.

Whenever she had this idea.

She will punish herself severely.

The sharp points would dig deep into her thighs.

The severe pain and torture exploited her remaining love bit by bit.

All that's left is hatred, hatred deep in my bones...