Evan Du raised his head and took a sip of wine, sitting on the ground with Niu Xinyan. Niu Xinyan had lost a lot of weight these days, her long skirt was empty, her eyes were empty, her two skinny legs protruded from under her skirt, her kneecaps protruding, like a lost ghost.
She turned to look at the bed.
The child lay quietly on the charred bed, his limbs stiff. Max Fang followed her gaze and looked away.
"How did it become like this?" Max Fang asked Grace Yang in a low voice.
Grace Yang sighed, "I went out to get some water and saw her coming out of your room holding the child and walking to the end of the corridor. I called her from behind but she ignored me. I felt something was wrong and quickly caught up with her. When I came in, I saw that she was trying to commit suicide."
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