The widow is a curse

Chapter 75 If You Trust Me, Follow Me!

they?

Could it also include Beigong Xiao!

Beigong Han's brain centered his thoughts.

Knowing that this is a good opportunity to peek into his mind, she purposely looked at Duanmu Yaoyang's face suspiciously, and snorted coldly,
"You think you can fool me like this!"

Looking sideways at her face, Duanmu Yaoyang's bloody younger sister flashed in front of his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he extended his left palm to her.

"If you believe me, come with me, and I will tell you all the truth!"

Bei Gonghan took a breath, and finally stretched out his little hand and placed it in his palm.

His palm was as warm as that snowy night, making her feel at ease.

Slowly retracting his fingers, Duanmu Yaoyang slowly raised the corners of his lips, turned around and pulled her back to the courtyard where he lived.

Signaling her to wait, he turned around and went to the inner room, took out a delicate black scroll, and sent it to Bei Gonghan.

Bei Gonghan took the scroll suspiciously and slowly unfolded it.

A delicate meticulous portrait was slowly displayed in front of her eyes.

The girl in the painting is dressed in a white robe that is better than the snow, her long hair is casually loose, and she is sitting cross-legged under a plum tree playing the piano.

That painting is extremely vivid!

Just looking at the painting, it seems that I can already hear the elegant sound of the piano played by her, and smell the dark fragrance of plum blossoms on the branch.

Looking at the face of the person in the painting, the eyebrows and eyes are extremely similar to Bei Gonghan.

However, Bei Gonghan thought that she would never be able to match that kind of elegant temperament that seemed to be out of the world.

Even Bei Gonghan, who doesn't know how to paint, can feel how much love the painter has for the people in the painting!
Noticing the dark red stain on the lower part of the painting scroll, Bei Gonghan couldn't help feeling a little bit aggrieved for the painting and the people.

"This is my sister Duanmu Yuqing!"

Duanmu Yaoyang stared at the scroll in her hand, his voice was deep and sorrowful.

"Four years ago, she died at the hands of the Beigong family, and the stain on the painting is her blood!"

Bei Gonghan's fingers holding the scroll trembled involuntarily.

Such an elf-like girl, how could the person who killed her get away with it? !

If Duanmu Yaoyang's family was really killed by her father, she and Duanmu Yaoyang's relationship was destined to end.

"How do you know that she died at the hands of Bei Gong? What evidence is there!"

(End of this chapter)