In front of Xiaohui's grave, there was a middle-aged woman kneeling and crying bitterly.

That woman is Xiaohui's aunt.

Korean nationality, noble blood.

Wang Zi stood there, and when he learned of it, he was extremely sad.

He never knew that in those darkest days, the nurse who took care of him turned out to be his half-sister.

He never knew that she hugged him, laughing and crying, and the Korean sentence she told him was the last thing she wanted to say to him in this world:

Brother, I love you.

And he didn't have time to look at her, and even because he was a waste, he often gave up on himself and lost his temper.

She knew about her father from a diary left by her mother, and she also knew that her father did not know that there was her existence in this world.

She ran to China, but found that her aunt took revenge on her mother, who died in childbirth, the first car accident caused Wang Zi to lose her parents and brother, and the second car accident left Wang Zi blind and injured her legs.

She couldn't stop her aunt, and she couldn't stop her boyfriend's betrayal.

She thought of a way to stop the pain and hatred, and this way could also give her brother light.

So, she chose to commit suicide.

Wearing a white wedding dress, like a holy jasmine, she quietly ended her young life on a drizzly morning.

Wang Zi's tears fell silently on the bouquet in his hand.

These eyes are his, and they are hers.

So the tears at this moment, is the brother sad for his sister, or the younger sister for his brother to recognize herself?

Wang Zi locked himself in the study for three days, looking at his father for a long time, looking at the photos of the family. He didn't know how to make a conclusion about this damn transnational one-night romance?

He had always admired his father. But now that I know of his infidelity, I find that the gentle smile hides such an unbearableness.

He even cried for his mother, for his brother, for the woman who died in childbirth, and for the kind-hearted Xiaohui.

This qiē is all because of his father.

But what's the point of blaming someone who has been dead for many years now?

"Young Master, are you ...... Are you going to let that woman go like that? Xiao Si asked.

"The Si people are gone. For Xiaohui's sake, let's stop here. Looking at the heavy haze outside the window, Wang Zi said again: "She only hurt me, and Momo's affairs have nothing to do with her." Now that this is clear, I am relieved. Looking back at Xiao Si, there was eagerness on his face: "Book the earliest air ticket and return to China." ”

At the airport in Lincheng, Mo Mo took his mother who forgot to say goodbye to Jian Hai, and walked out of the gate of the airport with Wang Zi one after another.

One to the left and one to the right.

When Mrs. Wang rushed to Nanxian accompanied by Wang Jun with excitement and nervousness, the door of Momo's residence was closed.

"Mom, don't knock on the door, maybe no one is at home." Wang Jun persuaded his mother.

"No, no, no, at this time, how can she not be at home? I'm going to ask you what happened. I'm going to take a good look at that kid. Mrs. Wang was still stubborn.

The neighbor saw it and came over and said kindly: "Don't shoot, no one is there, leave in the morning." ”

"Where?" Mrs. Wang asked urgently.

"Went abroad. The child's grandmother came from France to pick them up. ”

"! That's my kid! That's my baby! How can it be ......"

Mrs. Wang's head slammed, and she was so anxious that she grabbed the sky and the earth, and the sky was spinning, and she fainted immediately.