Blood quickly stained the beige work jacket on Master Nan's body.

The man took a bright red flower from his pocket and gently placed it on the flower.

Deep, scarlet pupils.

He straightened up, and as he turned to look at Rong Shang, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes. Nan Qiaosheng smiled.

Gentle and affectionate.

"Did I scare you?"

He asked in a low voice, as if going through the motions.

Rong Shang shook her head and handed him a handkerchief.

Nan Qiaosheng glanced down, her smile undiminished.

He reached out and took it, first wiping his hands, then wiping the blood-stained dagger.

"Let's go."

Even though the handkerchief was dirty, he didn't throw it away but stuffed it into his pocket.

Rong Shang glanced at it and smiled.

Where is my mom?

"At the dojo." Nan Qiaosheng reached out and took her hand. "Let's go."

"good."

The abandoned house was covered in mottled bloodstains.

As the man led her through the crowd, he bent down and picked up the torn pieces of clothing from the ground.

At that moment, Rong Shang glanced at him sideways. Because of the height difference, the first thing that caught her eye was the man's shoulder.

Looking at the totem that was turning increasingly blood red, Rong Shang frowned and fell silent.

*

No one knows what exactly happened that night.

Hundreds of people were lying on the ground with wounds of varying sizes.

Also, Master Nan is dead.

When Yan Jie woke up and learned the news, he was extremely shocked.

However, no one knows who killed Master Nan.

And why are they here?

Nobody knows, not a single person knows.

It's fair to say that the entire group has lost their memory.

This was so bizarre that when the people in the neighborhood found out, they were all panicked and rushed to call the police to investigate the truth of the matter.

But some truths have long been buried deep in the valleys, decaying with the grass and trees.

...

"Xiaoyu, are you really going to go back to the Nan family with him?"

As the year draws to a close, the atmosphere of the upcoming Chinese New Year is palpable everywhere.

Mrs. Bai prepared lunch for Rong Shang and packed it into a lunchbox. As she packed, she was filled with worry.

At that moment, Rong Shang was drinking water in the living room outside. As soon as she heard Bai's mother's voice, she quickly put down her cup and turned to go inside.

"What's wrong?"

As soon as she approached, Mrs. Bai quickly closed the lunchbox, picked up the bag, and got up.

"Xiaoyu, I heard from others that Qiao Sheng's family is very rich. If you marry into that family, wouldn't it be a bit like you're climbing the social ladder?"

It's said that wealthy families have high standards, and Bai's mother was worried that Nan Qiaosheng's parents would look down on their daughter after they found out about their family background.

The gap was too big. Last night, when Bai's mother learned that Nan Qiaosheng was going to take her daughter home to meet the elders at noon, she didn't sleep a wink.

There are always concerns.

At this moment, Bai's mother frowned as she looked at Rong Shang and said softly, "Xiao Yu, how about we don't go?"

"How about I introduce you to a young man at your workplace?"

It always feels unrealistic.

Bai's mother didn't want Bai Xiaoyu to get hurt.

She would rather find a poor family's child and live a down-to-earth life with them.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

During the time she had been dating Nan Qiaosheng, she had never seen her so worried. Rong Shang frowned and asked her, "Did you hear something from the neighbors again?"

"..."

"Qin Su?"

That gossipy old woman, ever since she found out Nan Qiaosheng's identity, has been constantly nagging and gossiping in front of Bai's mother.

At first, Bai's mother could still retort a few times, saying that as long as the children love each other, it's none of your business.