Chapter 1487 Xia Waner Chapter 1

"Get away! The horse is crazy!" A crazy horse ran wildly in the busy city, followed by several men dressed as slaves chasing and shouting.

Pedestrians gave way and hid aside.

Further back is the lake. Even if the crazy horse is not caught by those people, it will fall into the lake and be seriously injured.

Suddenly, a woman holding a candied haws in the distance cried miserably: "Oh my God, my child!"

Everyone responded to the call and saw that the crazy horse turned a corner and ran towards the cabbage stall on the other side, and there was a child with confused eyes sitting next to the stall.

It was too late. Unless a god came to rescue him, at Crazy Horse's speed, the child would definitely die. Everyone couldn't help but feel sorry.

Just when everyone couldn't bear to watch the child's fate and was about to look away, a beggar in ragged clothes with vegetables in his hands rushed out and met the crazy horse in advance less than a foot away from the child. Hit.

Everyone watched as the beggar was kicked three feet away by the crazy horse. Fortunately, the crazy horse turned around and ran in another uninhabited direction.

Only then did everyone react and rushed to help.

Xia Wan'er endured the severe pain in her chest and tried to get up, but she couldn't use any strength. She choked on her breath and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

Her whole body was horribly cold. She wanted to raise her head to take a look at the child but couldn't. She could only lie there, forced to feel her life draining away bit by bit.

"Thank you, thank you for saving my child!" The woman's crying voice came closer and closer.

Xia Wan'er felt bitter in her heart. This was the first time she heard someone say thank you to her.

I just didn't expect it to be the last time.

She didn't know why she rushed out just now. Maybe it was for the candied haws that the child handed her yesterday? Or for the pot of vegetable leaves that the child's mother handed her yesterday?

It's also possible that at that moment, she just didn't want to live anymore.

Her thoughts were clearly clear, and she could hear her heartbeat clearly. Her ears were so noisy that she couldn't tell whether it was tinnitus or someone talking.

The past flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern. Faced with her own life, Xia Wan'er couldn't express her feelings.

It's like a mixture of five flavors and mixed feelings.

For Xia Zian, for her adoptive father Xia Huaijun... She seemed to have hatred in her heart, but also seemed to feel more guilty.

For Murong Qiao, for her biological mother Chen Linglong... she did have hatred, but it had already reached this point, and there was no point in hating her more.

After a lifetime of fighting, a lifetime of robbing, and a lifetime of scheming, we ended up in this situation. If she hadn't snatched Murong Bridge from Xia Zian, and hadn't planned those things, I wonder if her ending would have been different.

Xia Wan'er smiled bitterly, how could it be possible?

Time seemed to be running out, her chest seemed to be blocked by something, and her breathing became rapid.

It seemed like someone had lifted her up, but she couldn't open her eyes and could only hold on to the clothes on her chest.

Her nails dug into her flesh, and she wanted to struggle to get up. If she could, she felt that she still had something to do.

Maybe she was still a little unwilling, but there was really no what if.

————The dividing line called unwillingness————

"Get up!"

A harsh sound almost pierced Xia Waner's ears. Before she could react, she felt someone pinched her thigh hard and said louder, "Xia Waner, that's enough, how much longer do you want to act!"