His body went limp, and he lost consciousness completely.

Fu Tingshen grabbed her hair, furious: "Song Qingyou, stop pretending to be dead!"

However, Song Qingyou's head drooped, and her already pale face now appeared bluish-black, her lips were even more pale and bluish-white, and even the bright red blood could not cover up the terrible color.

Fu Tingshen shuddered violently, his rage subsided, and he finally regained some composure.

He almost frantically let go of Song Qingyou, but unwilling to give up, he reached out a finger to check her breath...

Complete silence.

His face changed drastically, and he stumbled back several steps, bumping into the coffee table in his panic. He stared in horror at the woman lying motionless on the sofa, and then staggered out!

He only wanted to punish her!

He didn't want her dead!

She died of her own illness; it had nothing to do with him!

-

More than ten minutes later, the fingerprint lock beeped.

Welcome to Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou's home!

The door opened, accompanied by Fu Wenzhou's cheerful voice.

"Youyou, look what I brought you! Your favorite peach blossom pastry..."

His words came to an abrupt halt, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

The living room was a mess, and there seemed to be a lingering smell of alcohol in the air.

On the sofa, his Youyou lay there in disheveled clothes, her little face ashen, looking like a beautiful doll that had lost its life.

For a few seconds, Fu Wenzhou's mind went completely blank!

"Youyou!"

In the pitch-black night, a painful roar pierced through the window, startling the birds perched in the trees below.

The voice was filled with fear and panic, like a wild beast that had lost its mate, howling in agony in the quiet night!