The child slowly walked to the window and looked at Qi Jingsheng's innocent smile.
Complicated emotions flashed across her black and lively eyes.
"What's the use of worshiping her every day? A person has already been indirectly killed by you. Will she be better off after going to the netherworld than when she was alive?"
Although Gu Nuo'er's voice was soft, there was no lack of reproach and sternness.
The small fire stood there with a clear and cold figure, exuding her own might.
Luzhu was filled with regret and knelt on the ground, crying bitterly.
"Luzhu, remember this, nothing is better than living. If you only compensate a person after they die, this isn't compensation. This is called hypocrisy."
She turned around and lowered her thick and long eyelashes. Her porcelain-white face was covered in a layer of darkness.