She had a sad smile on her face, and her eyes seemed to be filled with overwhelming despair and pain. She didn't dare cry too loudly, because she knew that Xiao Guo'er was sitting in the outer hall, and she couldn't... couldn't let Xiao Guo'er hear her.

She bit her lips tightly and just sat on the ground for a while. She felt her body was very cold. She stood up with great difficulty, holding on to the door frame. Looking at the bed, the sneer on the corner of her mouth became even stronger. She let out a low, hoarse cry from her throat, which seemed to be a bit suppressed. Looking at the mandarin duck quilt, she produced a pair of scissors in her hand, climbed onto the bed like a madman, pulled the quilt down, inserted the scissors into the satin, and heard a hissing sound. The originally festively embroidered mandarin duck satin was suddenly cut open. She laughed, pulled the cotton in the quilt, and emptied out all the cotton as if to vent her anger. Then she felt that all she had done was not enough.

She opened the wardrobe and looked at the neatly folded clothes inside, all of which were Ming Ye's clothes. Her eyes were full of disgust, and her mind suddenly flashed back to the time when she folded clothes for him with a smile on her face. The more she thought about it, the angrier she felt. She pulled out all the clothes, and a little dark flame ignited on her fingertips, but she hesitated before she started. But soon, the tears in her eyes flooded out again. She closed her eyes, and the dark fire, guided by its master, poured onto the clothes with a puff. The flames grew bigger and bigger. She looked at the burning clothes... and her smile gradually became cold. She reached out and touched her already cold and wet cheek, and forced a smile.

The place was in a mess. She took out a quilt from another cabinet, tore off the sheets, and replaced them all with new ones. Only then did she feel better. She seemed to be unable to see the way clearly, perhaps because she had cried too much, or perhaps because she was extremely sad and painful. She took off her outer robe and finally groped her way to the bed. She felt very cold. As she lay in bed, the image of the two people's entangled bodies broke into her mind again. She cried out in pain, "It's so annoying! Get out!"

Get out of her mind!

Perhaps she was extremely angry, and even Xiao Guo'er in the outer hall heard the sound. Xiao Guo'er quickly opened the door and ran in, her face full of worry, "Mom, what's wrong with you!"

Jiuxi turned her back to Xiaoguoer, tried to keep her voice calm, and said, "Mom just had a nightmare..."

The room was filled with the scorching smell of flames. Xiao Guoer sniffed and, after weighing the pros and cons, climbed onto the bed with his short legs and hugged Jiuxi from behind, deliberately ignoring the smell of the flames. His little hands gently patted Jiuxi's back, and his soft voice was very reassuring, "Mom, pat me and you won't have nightmares. Mom, I will definitely have a good dream."

Jiuxi didn't dare to look back. She stretched out her hand and wiped away all the tears on her face. She couldn't describe the feeling. It was as if a clear spring appeared in the desert, or as if she found a piece of driftwood when she was about to drown in the vast ocean.

She turned around and hugged Xiao Guoer in her arms. Her slender fingers stroked Xiao Guoer's cheek and said, "Mom is fine. Xiao Guoer, go out and play."

Xiao Guoer buried her head and face deeply in Jiuxi's arms, her voice so low it was almost a whisper, "No... I want to stay with Mom."

If she felt like she had fallen into hell the previous moment, then at this moment, she seemed to have fallen into a jar of honey, and her empty heart was suddenly filled.