Her intuition told Xue Luo: Feng Xinglang shouldn't be dead.
When He Tun kidnapped her and her son Lin Nuo, his purpose was to make Lin Nuo fight against his biological father Feng Xinglang when he grew up. They were the bargaining chips that He Tun used to deal with Feng Xinglang.
But now, He Tun didn't achieve his goal. Because his adopted son Fifteen not only didn't kill his biological father, but he also created a picture of deep love between father and son!
Of course, He Tun was angry!
But if he killed Feng Xinglang or destroyed his body, He Tun's hatred wouldn't be resolved!
So, Feng Xinglang should still be alive. Because He Tun didn't want him to die so easily.
Could it be that Feng Xinglang was sent to Pater Castle together with his son Lin Nuo?
That's very possible!
Xue Luo thought about the 'big sister' that her son described.
Maybe it was because she was influenced by her mommy, Xue Luo often secretly drew portraits of her biological father Feng Xinglang, so the little guy's ability to recognize other people's appearances was very strong.
If that wax figure was really Feng Xinglang's mother, then it proved that He Tun loved Feng Xinglang's mother very much.
Xue Luo couldn't help but think about the red sandalwood box that Feng Lixin gave to her for safekeeping. Inside was a half-painted portrait of a man. Now that she thought about it, Xue Luo felt that the portrait was very similar to He Tun.
The deep lines under the eyes that she once thought was a 'mistake' ….
It should be He Tun without a doubt.
This was a wax figure and a portrait. What kind of love did He Tun and Feng Xinglang's mother put on?
But later …. How did Mother Feng become Feng Yishan's secret mistress?
Could it be that Feng Yishan was like his son Feng Xinglang, a bad man that made women fall in love at first sight?
But the problem was, He Tun was even worse than Feng Yishan ….
Maybe when He Tun was dating Feng Xinglang's mother, he was a warm man!
Xue Luo's brain was really messed up. Her heart was twisted into a mess, making her feel pain even when she breathed.
Aimlessly walking in the bustling traffic, without his son, Lin Nuo, for a while, he had no direction.
Xue Luo knew that He Tun would do such a cruel thing to separate mother and son, but she still believed that He Tun would not harm his son, Lin Nuo.
Thinking that the person who brought her son back to Pater Castle was most likely Xing Laoba, Xue Luo felt a little more at ease. In any case, he had taken advantage of the situation to save Xing Ba's life. Thinking about it, he wouldn't make things too difficult for his son, Lin Nuo.
What worried Xue Luo was: What if her son Lin Nuo endlessly made things difficult for Xing Ba?
It was conceivable. The little fellow would definitely kick up a fuss if it couldn't see him.
His heart, which had finally calmed down, was in a mess again.
Repulse Bay was now in a mess, Xue Luo could no longer return. Most importantly, his son, Lin Nuo, was no longer there. Therefore, to Xue Luo, Shallow Water Bay had lost its meaning of returning.
Where else could he go?
Alright, every time Xue Luo had no one to rely on, she would always think of the orphanage, think of Principal Chi, think of Yuan Duoduo.
Right, it's been more than a month. Has Duoduo returned home yet?
With a shiver, Xue Luo suddenly thought of something: Wasn't the red sandalwood box still with Yuan Duoduo?
With a goal, at least the waiting would not be so torturous.
Xue Luo rushed to Yuan Duoduo's place.
It was already three o 'clock in the morning. Xue Luo went in through the gate pole of the neighborhood.
Xue Luo didn't want to disturb the residents, nor did she want to disturb Yuan Duoduo, who might have already returned. After pacing for a few minutes in the corridor, Xue Luo still pressed the doorbell. After seven or eight rings, no one answered. Yuan Duoduo probably hadn't returned yet.
Xue Luo thought of the key she had stuffed into the milk carton of the auntie next door before she left. It was only three or four o 'clock in the morning. It was too rude to wake the auntie up from her rest.
Xue Luo sat down on the footmat outside Yuan Duoduo's house. She wanted to wait until dawn before knocking on the door of the auntie next door. It was fine when she first sat down, but after sitting for two or three minutes, the cold air on the cold tiles pressed against her. Although it was already the end of winter and the beginning of spring, Xue Luo was still shivering from the cold.
After weighing the pros and cons, Xue Luo still knocked on the door of the auntie next door apologetically.
The auntie didn't blame Xue Luo. She told Xue Luo that Yuan Duoduo hadn't returned yet. Only a few colleagues from the dance training center came to look for her.
Opening Yuan Duoduo's house, Xue Luo vaguely remembered that it was still the same as when she left after cleaning. Yuan Duoduo indeed hadn't returned.
Xue Luo's heart was in pain. Her family, her friends, all of them had left her one by one …
Xue Luo really didn't know who she should blame for all these sad things that had happened to her.
She sat quietly on the sofa for a while. After her thoughts jumped, Xue Luo, who was no longer sleepy and couldn't fall asleep, started to try to find the red sandalwood box in Yuan Duoduo's house.
She came to Yuan Duoduo's house to look for it a few times. If it wasn't because she was distracted by other things, Yuan Duoduo couldn't remember where she had put the red sandalwood box.
Yuan Duoduo's house wasn't big. It was only thirty to forty square meters. It shouldn't be difficult to find a red sandalwood box that wasn't very small.
Thus, Xue Luo started to search for the red sandalwood box in Yuan Duoduo's house.
Xue Luo believed in Yuan Duoduo. She said that she had helped her to keep the box, so she must have kept it. It was just that she couldn't remember where it had been placed after so many years.
But after spending more than an hour, Xue Luo still couldn't find the red sandalwood box. Not to mention the red sandalwood box, she couldn't even find a wooden box. Other than the shoe box, there were some metal boxes for storing sweets and chocolates.
After drinking half a cup of hot water, Xue Luo started to speculate. With Yuan Duoduo's unrestrained but serious attitude and personality, where could she have put her belongings in the dormitory?
She heard Yuan Duoduo mention that before she bought this small apartment, she seemed to have moved a few times …
And now, in this small apartment, there were no longer any items that were left behind when she was in university. There were also any traces and traces.
If she was Yuan Duoduo, after moving once or twice, she would definitely find a place to store those things that she didn't use but was unwilling to part with.
Thus, Xue Luo thought of the welfare institute.
That was indeed a good place to store things that were unwilling to part with.
It was already four or five in the morning. Xue Luo, who was really tired, didn't rush to the welfare institute. Instead, she decided to rest for a while.
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