Sang Rou's eyes widened round and wide, and she looked down at her daughter's right hand, which was full of shocking blood marks. The messy blood stains were deep and shallow, blue, blood-red, purple, and scars of different sizes and colors were bloodily placed in front of her eyes.

Her heart suddenly felt like it had been pierced into her heart by ten thousand thorns, and she was about to collapse in pain.

Qingyu's eyes blinked rapidly, her breathing was short, her heartbeat was accelerating, and she was trying to think of what excuse to use to cover up those scars.

There was a faint tingling pain in his hands. She knew she had to do something else, her eyes kept rolling, trying to draw her mother's attention away from the criss-crossing scars, and blurted out to her mother: I was accidentally injured by someone!"

Qingyu's mouth trembled slightly, watching her mother look down at the scars on her hands, without saying a word, without questioning herself or blaming herself.

The more she is like this, she blames herself and feels guilty, guilty of making her mother worry about herself, and blaming herself for being useless.

She said softly to her mother, "Mother, I'm fine!"

Sang Rou tried to restrain her heartache, reaching out and gently touching the scars.

But I was afraid of hurting my daughter, so I was very entangled in shrinking and stretching.

And underneath those new catches, there are also some traces of different shades and shapes, like a painting scribbled by a child with a crayons, and the original appearance can no longer be seen, and can only be carefully pondered through the remaining parts.

In an instant, those bright eyes flashed with tears.

She hurriedly stabilized her mind, blinked her eyes, tried her best to get rid of the shock and impact of the shocking scar that had just entered her mind, and tried to calm the accelerated heartbeat before she raised her eyes to look at her daughter.

"Sit down, I'll give you medicine!" Sang Rou lowered her voice, trying to make her voice appear calmer, but she could still clearly feel her heartache trembling from distress.

Qingyu nodded, Mother, I'm sorry to worry you.

She obediently sat down on the mat under the long table, no longer disobeying her mother's wishes, knowing that at this time, it was useless to talk too much.

After a while, Sang Rou hurriedly walked out of the left hall, holding a wooden box in her hand, her eyes were full of tears, her face was full of sorrow, and she hurriedly sat down next to Qingyu, but she didn't dare to get too close to her, for fear that she would have other injuries on her body.

Hurriedly put the wooden box on the table, opened the wooden box, and inside were bottles of colorful medicine.

She took one of the red porcelain bottles, opened the medicine bottle, and a thick urge instantly filled the room.

Qingyu's nose opened and closed slightly, one big and one small. "Mother, what is this?"

Sang Rou pursed her lips tightly and did not answer Qingyu's question. At this time, she still had the heart to say other things to her daughter, she was distressed to death, but she was afraid that her daughter would worry about her, so she held back her tears and put the medicine bottle horizontally, and the white viscous ointment slowly flowed out.

The index and middle fingers of her left hand followed, and a little white ointment dripped on her fingers, and she reached out to wipe it off Qingyu's hand.

Qingyu frowned, thinking that it would hurt a lot, but he didn't expect that there was a burst of clarity in his hands.

"Mother! it's so comfortable, this medicine is really good. ”

Sang Rou asked in a low voice, "Where else?"

Qingyu shook her head. "It's gone, it's gone. ”

Sang Rou let out a long sigh, she knew that even if she asked, her daughter would not tell her the truth, so she had to say to her daughter: "Take this medicine back and wipe it yourself." ”

Let her take it back, and wipe it wherever there is a wound.

Qingyu pouted. "Yes, I see. ”

Sang Rou put the medicine bottle on the lid and handed the medicine to the please, Qingyu happily took the medicine bottle, thinking it was okay, suddenly, her mother covered her eyes with her right hand that had been trembling, and after a long time, she slowly moved away, Qingyu felt that this would be like spending the entire hundred years.

A series of tears flowed silently from the mother's sad face, and there was no crying at all, just let the tears continue to flow down.

Qingyu's heart tugged suddenly. "Mother, don't be upset. ”

Hurriedly comforted his mother.

Bright teardrops rolled in Qingyu's eyes, and then, big, round, and shiny tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped on the corners of her mouth, on her clothes, and on the ground.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault that I haven't been able to let you live a good life, it's all my fault that I haven't been able to raise your head like other sisters, it's all my fault that I'm a mother, it's me who has burdened you. Sang Rou beat the panicked chest, crying pear blossoms and rain, very sad.

Qingyu immediately stepped forward and knelt in front of her mother, her hands tightly on her mother's knees. "Mother, it's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me. ”

"Xiaoyu, it's my mother's fault. Sang Rou turned to the side, crying even more sadly.

For so many years, she knows that her daughter has suffered for herself, and she also has an eldest sister who should not hurt her daughter, and she has also begged her husband, but in exchange for being bullied by others again and again, she turned a blind eye.

She had no choice, she couldn't bring a happy life to her daughter, and she couldn't give her a warm home.

Qingyu knelt on the ground and hurriedly knelt in front of her mother, holding her mother's hands tightly, watching her mother cry because of her injury, seeing her mother crying so sadly, her heart was not comfortable.

"Mother! No, as long as you and Xiaoyu are together forever, I am not afraid of anything, I am not afraid of others bullying us, and I am not afraid of how others beat me, I just want you to be safe. She shouted to her mother, her eyes red and her face full of tears.

Sang Rou withdrew her right hand and touched Qingyu's face, wiping away the tears on her face.

She pursed her lips, trying to stop her tears, watching her daughter cry by herself, her heart was very self-reproachful.

"Don't cry, don't cry. ”

Qingyu nodded obediently and reached out to wipe the tears from her mother's face. "My mother didn't cry anymore. ”

Sang Rou nodded. "Don't cry, Xiaoyu is right, my mother only needs you to be safe. Our mother and mother are the happiest when they can be together. ”

Qingyu nodded affirmatively, seeing that her mother's emotions were soothed, her heart was finally comfortable.

She rolled her eyes, and suddenly remembered in her mind that the eldest prince of the Xuanyuan clan had already liked herself thousands of years ago.

She pursed her mouth. "Mother, from tonight onwards, we will have a good life. ”

Sang Rou's face turned pale instantly, and she hurriedly asked, "What do you want to do?"

Qingyu's eyes lit up. "The eldest prince of the Xuanyuan clan has liked me for a long time, if I agree to marry her, you won't have to be angry with the eldest mother in the future. ”

Thinking that her mother would no longer suffer in the future, her heart was like a sunshine, warm and comfortable.

Sang Rou hurriedly vetoed. "No, no. ”

"Mother!" Qingyu looked at her mother in surprise.

"You didn't say that you only like the gods of the night and rejected the eldest prince in the first place, how can you do this for me now. Sang Rou's eyes were firmly fixed on her daughter, not wanting her to sacrifice her happiness.