Fortunately, in order to save trouble, the officers and soldiers did not use too much mud and sand to bury Li Shushu.

After digging for a while, he saw Shu'er's legs and feet. The legs were stretched straight. Under the heavy rain, the mud and sand on the legs were quickly washed away, revealing the snow-white skin.

Unfortunately, the legs and feet were cold and there was no sign of movement.

Ashileyan didn't want to believe that his little sister had died right in front of him! He had truly let down the trust placed in him by his master and mistress. What should he do? What should he do?

He turned around and went to the other end to dig the soil frantically again. He still didn't believe that Shu'er had left him like this.

His ten fingers were already broken and bleeding, but he didn't feel any pain. His heart, at this moment, had already become numb from the pain.

Until the pale little face that he was so familiar with appeared in the mud, he suppressed the huge fear in his heart, stretched out his index finger and tested her nose...

All of a sudden I felt like all the strength was gone from my body, as if it was falling apart.

He collapsed to the ground, crying silently - it turned out that when the pain was so deep, even crying out loud was a luxury.

The day before, she was still smiling sweetly in front of him, calling out "Brother Yan" over and over again, but in the blink of an eye, she turned into a corpse. She was still so young, and even Master and his wife...

He didn't know how he got away from there. He even felt that at that moment, his soul must have been pulled out.

Otherwise, why did he leave his junior sister at that time? Why didn't he dig her out and try to save her?

Why don’t you find a good place to bury your junior sister so that she can rest in peace?

Perhaps it was because he was afraid. After all, he was only sixteen years old at that moment, and it was his first time encountering such a tragic thing. He was instinctively afraid to face it and just wanted to escape quickly.

He didn't know what to do.

Originally, he was a homeless man, but since he met his junior sister's family, they gave him the warmth of home that he had never dared to hope for in the past ten years. He thought that as long as he was obedient, studied medicine well, and lived hard, this happy and peaceful life would continue.

However, all of this disappeared in an instant.

He wandered like a ghost on the strange streets all night.

It was not until the next day that he suddenly realized that he could not let his junior sister stay alone in the wild. He had to bring her back, or at least find a better place to bury her and erect a tombstone for her.

He hurriedly followed his memory and ran back.

But where is Shu'er now? Is there anyone there?

All that was left was a pile of mud, torn to pieces by the heavy rain.

Shu'er's body must have been dragged away by wild wolves on the grassland at night!!!

Thinking of this, he took a few steps back on the spot, feeling extremely regretful and guilty.

Even now, seven or eight years later, whenever he thought about how his cowardice had caused Shu'er to be killed, he felt so remorseful that he could never forgive himself.