Chapter 682 - I’ve never blamed you
The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss
âItâs impossible, impossible ...â
âWhy is it like this?â
The people who stopped at the door saw her and almost did not dare to come over.
Mu Qing didnât say anything. He walked over, sat down on the other side of the bed, and gently touched Little Junior sisterâs hair.
Even though he had tried his best to clean it, he still couldnât completely clean it.
When he got closer, there was a faint smell of blood.
Her master stayed in the same place for a long time before he slowly walked over.
Her eyes reddened before she could finish her sentence.
âWhat ... Happened?â
âI did it on purpose,â Mu Qing replied in a low voice,âon the street. Itâs Wu Lin from the Wu family.â
âWhen I arrived, the police and the ambulance were already there.â
âHe died on the spot. He didnât even have the chance to go to the hospital.â
His voice was very calm, and his eyes were lowered, so no emotion could be seen.
However, her hands were clenched so tightly that they were almost white.
âMiss mu, how did you take care of her?â
Suddenly, Mu Qing was pulled up by his clothes. He didnât struggle or react. He just stared at Xing Jiu âan on the bed.
âSay something. I told you to look after her. What did you think?â
âIf you had said earlier that you couldnât do it, I could have taken her away.â
The little Junior Sister had been with Mu Qing since they left the mountain. The other senior brothers and sisters had also been swindled many times, but Xing Jiu âan had never left with anyone else.
It wasnât that they couldnât win over Mu Qing, it was just that their Little Junior Sister wanted to follow senior brother Mu Qing.
After leaving the sect, they all had their own things to do. They couldnât see their Little Junior Sister often, but they had never distanced themselves from her.
Even if she was scolded by her master for not wanting her now, she was still pampered by her senior brothers and sisters.
Xing Jiu âan entered the sect at the age of three. She was the child that they had watched grow up and their favorite Little Junior Sister. How could they completely cut off their relationship with her because of some matter?
It was just an occasional willfulness, and they had never blamed her.
He had happily come to celebrate his Little Junior sisterâs 21st birthday, thinking that he could resolve the awkwardness from before. However, the person who was celebrating her birthday was no longer around ...
Mu Qing said hoarsely,âIâm sorry. I didnât take good care of her.â
He did not defend himself.
Back then, in order to leave Minister mu, Xing Jiu âan said the most vicious words in the world.
She used her own life to threaten Qing Mu.
What could Mu Qing do?
Her crazy actions were clearly out of the ordinary.
Under such a stubborn situation, Xing Jiu âan could do what she said.
Mu Qing didnât want to see his Little Junior Sister die in front of him.
As such, he slowly drifted apart from his Little Junior Sister.
However, she still died in the end.
Xing Jiu âan looked at everyoneâs sadness, and some of the senior brothers and sisters even blamed her death on Mu Qing.
She wanted to explain that it wasnât like that. It was all her fault. Her death couldnât be blamed on senior brother Mu Qing.
However, no one could see her and no one could hear her voice.
Mu Qing was forced to answer, but he only lowered his head in silence, as if he had admitted to the crime that everyone had set on him.
However, everyone quickly retracted their gazes.
The senior brother who attacked Mu Qing apologized in a low voice.
The little girl was right here, and they couldnât let her die without peace.
She had always liked senior brother Mu Qing. Mu Qing was gentle to her, took care of her meticulously, and cooked well. Many senior brothers and sisters were jealous of her.
Little Junior Sister really liked her senior brother Mu Qing.
But they blamed her death on Mu Qing. If the little girl knew about this, she would be very sad.
In fact, it was just a way for them to vent their anger.
They should know that Little Junior sisterâs death was not Mu Qingâs fault. It had nothing to do with Mu Qing.
However, the truth was right in front of their eyes. It was too unbelievable and unacceptable. They blamed Qing Mu instead.
However, shouldnât Mu Qing be the one in the most pain?
He personally went to the scene of the incident to bring back his Little Junior Sister, who had just passed away. He also had to feel her turning cold bit by bit. The little girl who was once lively and active had lost her soul and became an icy cold corpse.
They were in pain, but so was Mu Qing.
Mu Qing didnât mind the senior brotherâs action. He tidied his clothes and sat down again.
âHer hair was stained with blood. Iâve cleaned it for her, but thereâs no water in the car, so itâs not clean. Thereâs still the smell of blood.â
Mu Qing gently touched Xing Jiu âanâs hair,âshe was talking to me on the phone before she was hit by the car.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âShe said that she wanted to be like how we were in the past, but I havenât answered her yet ...â
âI wonder if sheâll be very disappointed.â
Mu Qing was a little talkative, and she was no longer as quiet as before.
Everyone was silent, as if they were listening, but also as if they were immersed in their own pain.
âI heard someone say that she was still holding her phone when she fell to the ground. She probably wanted to hear me say yes.â
âBut in the end, I didnât say that word.â
Mu Qingâs voice was hoarse, and there was a low sobbing sound in the room.
âJiu âan, Iâm sorry. I didnât think of that.â
âIâve never blamed you. â
âYou want to start everything over again. Thatâs my greatest wish.â
âIâm sorry, senior brother was late. â
âIf I had arrived earlier and brought you home earlier, it wouldnât have been like this.â
âIâm sorry,âshe said.
Xing Jiu âan looked on with red eyes.
Every time she dreamed of these things, about her master, senior brothers, and senior sisters after her death, she felt that she was a sinner, ashamed of everyone.
Hearing Mu Qingâs sobbing voice, she also wanted to cry.
Her master finally walked over.
Lu Mingxi and ou Qi moved aside.
As if he was extremely tired, his master fell down before he could sit on the bed.
He held onto the edge of the bed and stared with wide eyes, as if he wanted to treat all this as a joke played by his little disciple who had always been naughty.
However, this was not fake.
His little discipleâs face was deathly pale. He wasnât breathing, and he didnât have a pulse.
She had indeed left.
He was so willful, as if there was nothing she could miss.
The master was a little resentful, but he secretly wanted to explain to his little disciple.
No matter how outstanding she was, she was just an ordinary person.
There was no way to control his own life and death.
She was just very unfortunate that she could not see her master again.
The master looked at his little disciple in silence, as if she was just sleeping.
If one didnât look at his face, he really did look like he was sleeping.
Xing Jiu âan slept very well.
Sounds came from downstairs again. The others had arrived one after another.
Most of them had rushed over from other places, and some of them had pushed back important matters just to celebrate their Little Junior sisterâs birthday.
It was very lively downstairs, and people were shouting for Qing Mu and Xing Jiu âan.
Lu Mingxi looked around.âIâll go get the door.â
He said in a low voice and walked out.
The rest of the people gathered around the bed, as if the dead could come back to life if they stared at them like this.