What is Love?

Love is to can't help but think about him, want to kiss, want to hug, want to make physical contact, want to see him all the time, want to stick to him, want to rely on him, have him by your side, feel like you have the whole world.

Kang Yi, who was holding Tong Ruo, whether it was hugging hard or kissing, Kang Yi always felt a little bit of a feeling, a little bit of a reason to want to explore in depth, and to hug her into his arms.

I always feel that there is something missing, something that I won't love hard.

Looking down at the gentle and well-behaved child in his arms, the fashionable and foreign wavy big curly hair draped behind him, a small melon seed face, a tall nose bridge, and a pair of copper kernel sizes, the lack of a little aura in the eyes, a little fairy, a little bit of the naughty nature of a small jasper, it seems that there is a well-behaved and safe in his bones, and he will never do anything out of the ordinary, and he will not do anything out of the ordinary.

Tong Ruo has too much of the bloodline and essence of everyone's beautiful girls, and her smile and smile are so rigid that people can't find fault with etiquette, even if Kang Yi is holding her at this time, she should bear it, but the nervousness and dodging in her eyes make men feel uncomfortable.

Perhaps such a hard-to-earth combination of feelings, Tong Ruo's admiration for Kang Yi did not reach the same desire as willing to make skin contact.

"Look, who are you drawing?" Kang Yi asked, looking at the man on the beach.

"The Kang Yi in my heart, the perfect Kang Yi. Tong Ruo blushed and said shyly.

"Am I that ugly?" Kang Yi whispered as he feigned anger.

"Ugly, not ugly, the most handsome!You are the most handsome in my heart!" Tong Ruo turned around, blinked those eyes that were not too big, and looked at Kang Yi with a twinkle and asked.

"Are you handsome? I didn't notice it!" Since Tong Ruo turned to look at him, Kang Yi cooperated with his warm big hands to hold Tong Ruo's little face.

The moment the skin touched, there was no numbness after the impact of the electric current, and there was no urge to kiss the lower mouth, Kang Yi's face was stiff, and the smile was also unnatural bitterness, which made people follow unnaturally at a glance.

The dragonfly kissed Tong Ruo's forehead like water, Kang Yi felt a disgusting feeling inexplicably, but since she was his fiancée and had slept with her, she was responsible for him.

Under the sunset, the two hugged each other tightly, a remnant sun hit them, and the elongated reflection was happily imprinted on the beach, wave after wave of the tide swallowed their reflection, and the reflection disappeared on the beach as the waves continued to extend.

After taking a shower in the room, Ning Bing'er, who was wearing simple home clothes, held the real estate certificate in her hand and carefully read every word on it, and each of these familiar words pierced her heart like a needle.

Who bought him the house back?

If it's not Kang Yi, who will it be?

Who did Yuan Xuefei sell the house to at that time?

Where did Ning Xiangtian's mother and son go now?

......

There were countless problems in Ning Bing'er's heart, which couldn't be opened or solved like some dead knots, but now there were more and more problems, intertwined and entangled, messing up Ning Bing'er's quiet revenge mentality.

I didn't expect that after being reborn, the thing I wanted to do the most - revenge, was so difficult, and there would be so many accidents.

Ning Bing'er was so tired, holding the real estate certificate, and slowly fell asleep.

In the dream, it was the vast land again, Ning Bing'er stepped lightly on the auspicious clouds and soared above the soft white clouds, the world in front of her was snow-white, white and transparent, and there was no extra color, the body that was born immune to the cold did not have the slightest cold, and was used to such a situation.

Bing'er, who was wearing home clothes, was very looking forward to walking forward on the soft white clouds, she longed to come here, this is where her mother lives!

It's paradise!

There is nothing in front of you and only a quiet scenery, so that the collapsed heart instantly quiets down, looking at the snow-capped beauty in front of you, so quiet that you can hear the sound of the heartbeat, breathing the purest air, experiencing the coldest biting bones in the world, feeling the coldest cold place in the world, no matter the reason, I just want to appreciate.

"Bing'er, my child, come to Mommy. A kind and gentle voice with joy, a familiar voice, so sweet and soft, so comfortable.

It is the voice of a mother, a beautiful woman who lives in her heart and grows up in heaven.

Dreaming of her mother again, Ning Bing'er was so excited that her heart was about to jump out of her chest, she ran up, shouting "Mom, Mom" loudly as she ran.

Every cry of her carried the grievances and longing in her heart, she wanted to imagine all the unhappiness and sadness in her heart like her mother crying, even if there were soft white clouds under her feet, Ning Bing'er also ran out of a sense of solidity.

"My child, my hard-working child, come to Mommy, Mommy hug. Mother Ning had an indifferent and happy smile on her face, her eyes were doting and looked at Bing'er who ran over, opened her hands, and waited for her to enter her arms.

"Mom, Bing'er misses you so much. Bing'er leaned on her mother's shoulder, hugged her mother with a happy face, and felt her mother's temperature.

This time, my mother's body is very soft, no longer cold and biting, like flesh with warmth, with warm comfort, no longer as cold as ice cubes.

Such a real experience and feelings, Ning Bing'er hugged her mother tightly, and was infatuated and unwilling to let go, for fear that once she let go, her mother would disappear into her own world again, or she would wake up from her dream.

Ning Bing'er knew in her consciousness that this was a dream, she thought about her mother's longing day and night, and the dream that eventually came out, even if it was a dream, Ning Bing'er longed for such things to happen often.

She was not afraid, she was not afraid that her mother would appear in her dreams as a dead person, he wanted her mother to appear, and she was not afraid at all.

"Good boy, I've made you suffer!" Mother Ning looked at Ning Bing'er with a loving face, her sweet voice made people feel comfortable, and the opening of the meridians was generally exciting.

"Mom, why do you know that I have an identity as Lin Yiyi, and what is my mission?" Ning Bing'er blinked stupidly and asked softly.

"Bing'er, no matter how far-reaching and sad the suffering in the world is, remember, these are the sufferings you should bear in your fate, don't resist, don't give up easily, stick to the beliefs and principles in your heart, all disasters will pass soon. Mother Ning raised her big crystal clear hands and gently stroked Ning Bing'er's entire well-behaved little face.

Ning Bing'er raised her head and looked at her mother's soft eyes, with invisible and resolute power in her eyes, conveying all the thoughts and ideas that support her no matter what she does, such affirmation and belief moved Ning Bing'er's heart.

"Mom, please believe that this difficulty can't overwhelm me, but I'm so uncomfortable, really uncomfortable!" Ning Bing'er cried aggrievedly like her mother.