Any love story may have a bloody beginning.

At the beginning of the story of Zheng Shiming and Zhong Qiaoqiao, it is nothing more than love at first sight between a rich son and a girl from an ordinary family. At that time, Zheng Shiming was stubbornly running away from home, and he thought that he could achieve something without his parents, so he chose to hide his identity. Zhong Qiaoqiao thought that he had found the right young man, and he never doubted his concealment.

The two got married, and then Zhong Ying was born. At that time, there was also a warm time.

When Zheng Shiming's business failed and the family's life fell into embarrassment, the couple, who had barely encountered major setbacks, began to quarrel. What's worse is that at this time, the Zheng family found Zheng Shiming.

And what found Zhong Qiaoqiao was the fiancée that the Zheng family chose for him wholeheartedly.

The two, who were already in a state of cold war, were almost vulnerable in the face of the carefully planned conspiracy, they quickly separated, Zhong Qiaoqiao left with anger, and Zheng Shiming had to be pressed back by his family.

When Zheng Shiming, who had come back to his senses, finally broke free from the shackles of his family and found Zhong Qiaoqiao, she had been pushed into the abyss by the malicious hands of others. Between her and Zheng Shiming, there is no longer any possibility.

Zheng Shiming also believes that Zhong Qiaoqiao has no sincerity towards himself at all.

He still paid attention to her, but thought he just wanted to see a joke.

It wasn't until the last moment came that the emotions that welled up in his heart told him that he had missed too much over the years.

Xu Zheming told this story to Zhong Ying, and he squeezed her hand: "I won't let such a story happen." ”

Zhong Ying looked up at him, her black and white eyes filled with strange emotions. She seemed to want to say something, but she opened her mouth but felt tired, so she closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair and stopped talking.

Now, she is in her house abroad, and Xu Zheming accompanies her from beginning to end.

Zheng Shiming had a conversation with Zhong Ying, if she wanted, she could get a life of fine clothes and food at any time: "It's just that I can't admit your identity." Sakura-chan, even though you are my firstborn daughter, I can only take care of you secretly, and I can't admit your identity openly. ”

Zhong Ying's smile flashed away at the corner of her lips, like cherry blossoms blooming and falling in an instant in spring.

"However, I am obviously a well-behaved daughter, why do I need you to recognize my identity?"

If in the past, Zhong Ying had always felt embarrassed about her identity as an illegitimate daughter, but now everything has been proven to be nothing more than her imagination, she is a serious legitimate daughter, as if in an instant, all the baggage has disappeared.

"Let's go." "You haven't had a break in days," she said. Go and rest. Tomorrow, you still have lessons. ”

Xu Zheming reluctantly let go of her hand.

He took two steps out, stopped again, and turned his head, the handsome face of the young man full of worry.

"You ......"

"I'm going to be fine." Zhong Ying said. Her eyes were full of firmness, and they pierced Xu Zheming's heart sharply, making him tremble.

He had seen her like this.

On Christmas Eve, among the glass shards all over the floor, she calmly pulled up the quilt and fell asleep.

"Okay." He whispered, "If there's anything to call me, I'm right next door." ”

Then he turned around and walked away step by step in her sight.

When the door closed, Zhong Ying closed her eyes, curled up her knees, leaned back in her chair and raised her head, tears unconsciously flowing down again.

Before Zhong Qiaoqiao died, she thought that she had nothing to do with her; After Zhong Qiaoqiao died, it was as if something had been torn apart from his body, broken, and the pain continued.

Her bond with her was deeper than she could have imagined.

Raising her hand to wipe away her tears, Zhong Ying got out of her chair, stood up and staggered into the bathroom. No matter what, even if the pain is still there, life has to go on.

She has always felt that she is a weed, so she should continue to live tenaciously as a weed in the future.

Hot water washed down from the top of the head, tears melted into it, and disappeared.

When the emotions returned to the body and the tiredness came at any time, Zhong Ying walked out of the bathroom and fell asleep on the bed.

It's as if I had a dream, in which someone is saying something to me and asking me something, but I can't hear it clearly. The question sounded on the other side of the wall as if it had been separated by a wall. Zhong Ying thought in a daze, don't ask, I can't hear what you're saying, just let me sleep well, okay?

After a short time, the sound died down, and she was finally able to sleep peacefully.

Xu Zheming got up early, went to Zhong Ying's house and knocked on Zhong Ying's door after running.

There was no answer inside. He took out the key and went in by himself, went to the kitchen to open the toaster, went to heat the milk, and did not forget to fry two slices of bacon. When everything was ready, he went upstairs to wake Zhong Ying up.

The bedroom door was open, but there was no one inside.

The bed was cold, and the man was long gone.

Uneasiness swept through his heart, Xu Zheming walked quickly to the bathroom and knocked on the door: "Are you inside?" ”

Still no one answered.