Listening to the sound of the third watch outside, Kang Ting finally realized that he was still wearing a wet suit, which was really uncomfortable sticking to his body, and after repeatedly confirming that Jinshu was fine, he called the servant to lead him to the guest room to bathe and change clothes.

Conting had a busy day, and he should have been exhausted and fell asleep, probably because he was never used to other people's beds, and he kept tossing and turning without sleep.

Kang Ting thought that instead of wasting time like this, it was better to take care of the children, so he got up directly and put on his coat, and went to Jinshu's room alone.

As soon as he entered the house, Kang Ting saw Jinshu struggling desperately on the bed, muttering: "Please save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die......"

Kang Ting hurriedly walked to Jinshu's bed and coaxed softly: "Little girl, with me, you can't die." ”

Kang Ting's magnetic voice seemed to have an irresistible magic, and Jin Shu, who was still struggling fiercely just now, listened to his words and slowly calmed down.

Worried that Jinshu would be hot again because of the commotion just now, Kang Ting's hand touched Jinshu's forehead, and then lowered his head, only to find that she was looking at herself with wide eyes and disbelief.

Frightened, confused, and uneasy, Conting looked at the villain's changing expression, with the big blinking eyes, and felt very cute.

The two looked each other in the eye and said nothing. Looking at it, Kang Ting's heart suddenly swelled with a sour feeling, if Ming Qing was still there, he and her child would be two or three years younger than Jinshu.

It's just that she's gone and can't come back.

At this time, the little girl in front of her is no longer the wrongdoer Zhao Jinshu, but Xie Xiangning, who inexplicably borrowed the corpse to resurrect her soul.

Jin Shu looked at the antique environment around her by the dim candlelight, and saw the man in ancient costume in front of her, first thinking that she had arrived at the legendary underworld, and then thinking about whether it was a tricky show on the TV station. Everything in front of her made Jin Shu completely confused and at a loss.

I don't know how long it was silent, Jin Shu asked emptyly: "Am I still alive?"

As soon as she spoke, Jin Shu found that her voice had turned into a girl, and she slowly raised her hands and found that her palms were also the size of a girl. Jin Shu realizes that this is not the original body, and it seems that she has experienced some event that science cannot explain.

"Girl, you're still alive, living well. Kang Ting rubbed Jinshu's hair dotingly and smiled kindly.

Hearing this, Jin Shu's heart, which was beating wildly, seemed to have fallen into the clouds. After a moment of silence, she burst into tears. Crying and laughing at the same time, like a madman, venting the pain in his heart.

In the past year and a half, what kind of ghost life have I experienced? The glitz has faded, only to find that I have nothing. It was painful to fall from the top to the bottom, and the closest people could still stand up at this time and crush the rotten corpse.

Their choice is not wrong, it is nothing more than that the world is gone, everyone is still turning, and there are still days to live. Therefore, why bother whether a dying person is in pain or hate, they always have a reason to comfort their conscience.

During that time, I felt the pain all over my body every day, and felt the passage of life. Hate, resent, but who cares about their feelings. Alone in that shabby room, guarding the darkness, loneliness, and despair, it was a suffocating horror that I had never felt before.

After a long time, all the edges and corners have been smoothed out by time, and these things have not been able to set off half a wave in my heart. She only hopes to survive, and doesn't care about anything else.

Now my wish has come true, and I have come back to life. I can see the sunrise and sunset, the purple and red of the world, go to those terrible old things, just live well.

This cry, the pain in my heart, love and hatred turned into smoke, and it can be regarded as a complete break with the past.

Kang Ting didn't know why the young Jinshu cried so sadly, this cry was extremely infectious, and the scars in his heart were torn open, thinking that he was hiding it well, but it turned out to be so bloody.

There are thousands of sufferings in the world, and there is still a long way to go......

Kang Ting wanted to touch Jinshu's little head to show comfort, but he didn't want the girl to hug him, bury his head in his heart, and feel the wetness on his chest for a moment.

The hot tears dripped on his clothes, and unconsciously penetrated into Conting's heart.

Contin patted her on the back as if he were coaxing his own child.

Jin Shu kept whimpering in his arms, and Kang Ting's heart was full of Ming Qing's smile, and his voice and smile were in front of him. The two snuggled up like this, licking each other's injuries.

I don't know how long later, the person in his arms was tired of crying and fell asleep. Conting carefully placed her on the bed, and after covering her with the quilt, he walked to the window alone, watching Haoyue fall into deep thought.

The breeze came and pulled back his thoughts. Kang Ting looked at Jinshu on the bed, guessing that this kid was not having a good time here, otherwise how could he have such grievances. Thinking of her unreliable father, Kang Ting finally shook his head, gently pushed the door open and walked out.