Jiang Ciyou frowned.
Following Bo Jinxiu and his group, they entered the Grand Theater directly.
The theater was brightly lit.
Jiang Ciyou saw the stage at a glance.
Wearing a bright red costume, Bo Wanhua.
Her lotus steps moved lightly, her sleeves rising slowly, like the unfurling of flowing clouds. When she opened her mouth, her voice seemed to pierce through the clouds and tear silk, or to murmur like the sound of a flowing spring. Her body swayed gently with it, and her voice was filled with resentment and sorrow.
Jiang Ciyou doesn't know much about Peking Opera.
I don't know what Bo Wanhua is singing now.
But I only felt that her cry was full of blood, and her deep voice seemed to hide a thousand years of sorrow.
"...A ruthless sword descended from the sky, separating the two of us. Life is full of unpredictable events, and one cannot predict the fickleness of life..."
Jiang Ciyou glanced at Bo Jinxiu's expression.
He must have found this ironic.
Jiang Ciyou knew how much Bo Jinxiu loved Bo Wanhua.
However, Jiang Ciyou did not see the slightest change in Bo Jinxiu's expression.
His eyes were cold and his face was expressionless, as if he was looking at a stranger.
After they came in, Bo Wanhua also stopped.
She looked toward the door.
There are only four people here.
Xiao Qinglin, Jiang Ciyou, Chen Yibai, and Bo Jinxiu.
Her gaze passed by everyone and fell on Bo Jinxiu.
When she saw that face, Bo Wanhua couldn't help but tremble violently.
So many years.
The devil mask on that face seemed to have finally been torn off.
The face that was revealed overlapped with the face in my memory.
The more you look at it, the more similar it becomes.
Bo Wanhua's heart was bleeding.
She asked herself over and over again why she hadn't noticed it before.
Such an obvious face.
Why didn't I have the slightest doubt in my heart?
Even if it was just a little bit, there would not be such an ending between them today.
The crowd gradually approached.
They saw Bo Wanhua's appearance clearly.
She was in costume and actually looked extremely disheveled.
His body was covered in blood, and one of his hands was injured, with flesh and blood dripping from it.
Beside her lay Wei Tingfang's body.
It looked like he had been dead for a long time, with purple spots all over his face, looking weird and scary.
There were also thin silk hangings on the stage, and the floor was covered with black and red bloodstains.
The air was also filled with the stench of rotting flesh.
No one knows what happened here.
But it was obvious that Bo Wanhua had been living a miserable life these days.
Shen Yibai was the first to rush onto the stage.
He looked at Bo Wanhua's shocking hand, his eyes reddened: "Mom, who tortured you like this?"
For Shen Yibai.
No matter how many heinous crimes Bo Wanhua committed.
He is always his father.
From childhood to adulthood, she has never done anything to let him down.
Although a bit harsh, there are also times when he is kind.
Chen Yibai loves her deeply from the bottom of his heart.
Everyone in the world can scold her and spit on her, but he can't.
However, Bo Wanhua seemed not to hear Chen Yi's words.
Her gaze was still on Bo Jinxiu's face.
My body couldn't help but start shaking.
She suddenly stepped forward.
Grab Bo Jinxiu's hand.
She has a lot to say.
But thousands of words seemed to be stuck in my throat and I couldn't utter them out.
"I'm sorry, Mommy."
Every word Bo Wanhua said was like a blade.
Every time I uttered a word, my throat felt like it was being cut.
Except for Jiang Ciyou, there was no one else present.
Everyone was shocked.
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