C1205 Hitchhiking

"Little Butterfly... Can you help me? "

Zhuo's face was full of fear, her eyes shining with tears. She grabbed Little Butterfly's arm, begging for mercy.

Xiao Die held Zhuo's palm, "You know, our ashes are all in the hands of our grandma. No matter how far we run, he will find us. How can I help you?"

The horse carriage suddenly stopped. Xiao Die frowned and lifted the veil to take a look