Looking at the pitiful little girl who looked like she was about to cry, she felt as though her heart was being pierced by a knife.
In her dreams, she ran with all her might, wanting to run over and hug the little girl, protecting her in her arms.
But she couldn't run over. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
The little girl was carried away.
The little girl turned around, looking at her with teary eyes. She even stretched out her little hand. Mommy, Mommy …
…
Feng Lingxue slowly opened her eyes, tears trickling down from the corner of her eyes, quickly disappearing into her hair.
The pillow was already wet from her tears.
She was dreaming again.
There was no light in the room at all. The body under the blanket was cold, without a trace of warmth.
Her entire body hurt.
She didn't know if it was the pain from the whip marks, his kick, or the slap, but she was gradually numb from the pain.
She slowly reached under the pillow, wanting to take out her little stone.
But it was empty.
She couldn't find anything.
Where was her little stone?
Feng Lingxue sat up in bed, flipping the pillow to look for her little stone, but she couldn't find it.
Where was her little stone?
She quickly got off the bed, searching the floor. In the darkness, she searched every corner anxiously. She was looking for her little stone.
But she couldn't find it.
What should she do?
She had lost her little stone.
She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember where her little stone had gone.
Her body slid down the wall weakly. She curled up in a corner and ran her hands through her long hair. How could she be so stupid? How could she be so useless?
Feng Lingxue hugged her knees, muttering in a daze, "Mu Mu, don't cry … Mommy is here … Mommy will find you soon …"
She buried her face in her knees, letting the cold darkness engulf her.
…
The next morning.
Mo Mo opened the door, bringing breakfast in.
Feng Lingxue sat in front of the dressing table, already changed into her maid's uniform. She was getting thinner day by day, her beautiful face pale.
"Miss Feng, it's time for breakfast," Mo Mo said expressionlessly.
Everyone here was cold, even the air was cold.
Feng Lingxue looked up at Mo Mo and asked in a hoarse voice, "Mo Mo, where's my little stone?"
"Young Master took the small stone."
The little stone was taken by him.
Feng Lingxue lowered her lashes.
"Miss Feng, I told you a long time ago not to be stubborn with Young Master. Take the initiative to give in, and your life will be better."
Feng Lingxue pursed her red lips and gave a self-deprecating laugh. She looked at Mo Mo and said, "Mo Mo, can you give me a cell phone? I want to … call Master."
Mo Mo took out a cell phone and handed it to her. "You should have thought it through earlier. I'll go get some medicine to apply on your face. Your face is the most valuable thing you have now. Don't let Young Master get tired of looking at it."
Reverend Mother went out.
Feng Lingxue sat in front of the vanity for a while, dialing a number with her fingers.
"Beep, beep." Then, the phone was picked up. "Hello."
A familiar voice sounded, low, cold, and magnetic.
Feng Lingxue gripped the cell phone tightly, not saying a word.
After a few seconds of silence, the man's breathing had already become heavy. "I don't have time to waste with you. I'm hanging up."
"Hello." Feng Lingxue was startled and quickly spoke.
The other end didn't hang up, but he didn't say a word either.
It was obvious that he was waiting for her to continue.
"Master, I want to go out. I want to … see you. Can I?" Her hoarse voice had softened, but it still sounded stiff.
The other end didn't reply.
Feng Lingxue gripped the cell phone tightly until her joints turned white. "Master, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. I'll be … obedient."
She apologized in a humble manner, like a soulless puppet.
A few seconds later, the man's low, magnetic voice was heard. "I'll send someone to pick you up later."
He hung up the phone.
…
Feng Lingxue gripped the cell phone tightly, spacing out for a while. At this moment, the room door was pushed open and Mo Mo walked in. "Miss Feng, Young Master said he can let you out now. The chauffeur is already waiting outside. You can go and see Young Master now."
Xuan Ying wasn't at the Snow Mountain Residence now.
"Oh." Feng Lingxue stood up and walked out.
Mo Mo looked at the untouched plates and said, "Miss Feng, have some breakfast before you go."
Feng Lingxue didn't turn around, her voice weak. "It's alright, I'm not hungry."
After leaving the main door, Feng Lingxue boarded the private car. Half an hour later, the car stopped and she entered a celebration party.
The people at the party were all rich and powerful people of Country A, all of them holding glasses of red wine and chatting happily.
A few gorgeously dressed ladies from prestigious families were chatting.
— -Silver Mask King is really courageous and invincible. He only took three days to wipe out the bandits in Jing Zhou. His name has spread far and wide. Today, the South Duke is hosting a grand celebration for Silver Mask King.
— -Although it's a celebration party, I heard that it's actually a matchmaking party. The South Duke is going to choose a wife for Silver Mask King.
— -Silver Mask King is so handsome that it really makes one's heart flutter.
— -Wake up, all the ladies here today are all in love with Silver Mask King and want to be his wife. Silver Mask King doesn't even have eyes for you.
— -What kind of woman does Silver Mask King like?
— -They must be young, beautiful, knowledgeable, courageous and have a family. Only such a woman is worthy of Silver Mask King …
Feng Lingxue listened to the gossip in a daze. At this moment, a waiter brought her upstairs.
Upstairs, the door was pushed open and Feng Lingxue walked in. She saw a tall figure by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Xuan Ying.
It was a celebration party today and Xuan Ying was dressed in a black uniform that resembled a general's uniform from the Republic of China. The material was ironed perfectly and there wasn't a single crease in it. The silver tassel ornament on his chest shone brightly and he had a black belt around his waist. He was so handsome that one couldn't take their eyes off him.
The stylist was helping him tidy up his clothes and the makeup artist was helping him adjust the fringe on his forehead. He had an impassive expression on his face as he was worshipped by everyone. He was the popular Silver Mask King.
Many ladies from prestigious families adored him and wanted to marry him.
Feng Lingxue stopped after taking two steps. Although they were not far from each other, they were separated by a thousand mountains and rivers.
She quietly retreated to one side.
Xuan Ying turned his head, his black glassy eyes landing on her. Very quickly, he furrowed his brows. "I don't lack wood here. If you're not coming over, then scram!"
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