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One continued to be beaten, the other continued to be beaten.

The rain turned into a downpour in an instant, and the wind blew, with a bleak whimper, like their mood at the moment.

Although it was summer, after kneeling in such a downpour for more than half an hour, Ye Zhixia felt that her temperature from head to toe was all taken away by the rain, and the biting cold of her whole body and the burning pain in her back made her almost faint.

Ye Wanqing finally had no strength to fight, stopped the movement in her hand, and only dropped a sentence: "Continue to kneel here and reflect on it!" Then he walked slowly back to the main house with his cane.

The rain washed over her thin body over and over again, and Ye Zhixia wanted to turn around and ask her loudly - 'Old lady, am I your biological daughter?' ’

But she couldn't help it, no matter whether the old lady was her biological mother or not, at least she had raised herself for a full eighteen years, and she had no qualifications to question this alone.

She fell to her knees, her legs completely unconscious, and the chill to her bones made her shiver uncontrollably. She turned her head to see what the old lady was doing, but all she could see was a tightly closed wooden door.

It turned out that the old lady closed the door after entering the main house. It seems that today is determined to let her be drenched in the rain all night.

Ye Zhixia turned his face gloomily and straightened his back even straighter.

Keep kneeling, keep kneeling! Even if she kneels on her knees, she won't bow her head! She did nothing wrong! No!

Originally, she thought that even if the whole world couldn't understand her, at least she still had her mother, as long as her mother supported her. But now she found out that it was not, the person who supported her unconditionally and believed in herself was not Lao Niang, but Uncle Yin, who had met her no more than five times.

Inside the house, Ye Wanqing looked through the glass at her daughter who was kneeling on the ground motionless, her heart seemed to be poked out of a big hole by something, and she couldn't help herself.

The reason why she closed the door was because she was afraid that she would be soft-hearted and couldn't help but run out and drag Ye Zhixia into the house. Gritting her teeth, she ruthlessly withdrew her gaze and stopped looking outside.

She felt that this way was the best protection for Xia Xia, but what about Xia Xia? Can you understand her painstaking efforts?

Ye Wanqing sighed deeply, walked to the old wooden cabinet and took three incense sticks and lit them, and then slowly walked to the wall with a crutch.

She looked up at the black-framed photo hanging in an inconspicuous corner, the corners of the man's cold mouth slightly hooked, and he looked at her with a peaceful smile.

"Brother Tian, I haven't had time to come back to see you after I've been hospitalized for so long, do you miss me? Xia Xia, is she well-behaved at home? Do you have incense on time every day? She held up the three sticks of incense in her hand and bowed to the photo, and put the incense **** incense burner.

"Brother Tian, eighteen years have passed in a blink of an eye. However, I still haven't found the enemy who killed you back then, will you blame me? Our other daughter, I also didn't find it, am I useless? ”

Ye Wanqing stared at the man in the photo, but couldn't hear any answer, she could only continue to tell him about the pain and suffering in her heart.

"Brother Tian, I just hope that Xia Xia can live in peace, I don't want her to go through all the bloodshed we went through back then. But I don't know if that's right or wrong for her. Please, tell me, am I doing the right thing? ”