Her mother is so good, so gentle, and so caring to her, how can she not be her biological mother?

Her father's attitude illustrated the cruel truth, but she still found it difficult to accept.

It was as if my heart had been blown open, blood splattered everywhere, and the pain was unbearable.

Even breathing, it hurts......

Yuan Fei's little face was tightly pressed against the tombstone, tears welling up like a spring, dripping down his chin and wetting his clothes.

Fell in front of the monument and wet the ground.

The night breeze blew, bringing a hint of coldness, but she couldn't feel it at all.

She had nowhere to say in her heart, only in front of the tombstone, crying until she was exhausted, her voice hoarse, and her consciousness was confused.

Even a tall black shadow stood behind her, and she didn't know it.

……

It was like being roasted in a thick fire, and it was like a knife slowly cutting through the heart.

Yuan Feiqian felt that she was hot and painful, so painful that she clung to the position of her heart and wanted to tear it open, but she was imprisoned by something and couldn't do anything.

She struggled uncomfortably, like a fish thrown on the shore, gasping for breath, as if even her throat was scorched, and roasted to a dry pain.

Finally, a slight coolness touched her lips, and then a sweet spring flowed into her mouth, extinguishing the fire in her throat and reaching her heart.

She gulped greedily to absorb the sweetness and coldness, and felt the flames around her gradually be extinguished.

She felt something touch her cheek, a slight rough rubbing with a bit of an itch.

She turned her head and rubbed it, not dodging.

Trying to open his eyes, the tall figure blocked the light, but he also saw the face of the person in front of him.

This is this man, she has liked it for so long.

It's a pity that in the end, there is still no fate.

She was going to dislike him in this life, but she had hidden it in her heart for a long time, and now she could still appear in her dreams.

Thinking of her mysterious life experience, the sadness in her heart was gradually replaced by grievances, and she was flooded with grievances.

Tears welled up, slid down the corners of the eyes, and dripped onto the pillow.

Seeing this, Qing Yishen hurriedly stood up, and asked while wiping her tears, "What's wrong with Qianqian?" Is there anything else uncomfortable? ”

Yuan Feishallow listened to this familiar voice, looked at his nervous appearance, and the grievances in his heart became even more overflowing.

In an instant, tears welled up.

Even she didn't know why she couldn't suppress herself so much when she faced Qing Yishen, and tears rushed out.

"Shallow, isn't there something uncomfortable? Would you like to have a doctor come and see you? Qing Yishen looked at her crying like this, and panicked.

Yuan Feiqian shook his head and didn't speak, just hugged his hand and cried.

She cried very lowly, but it was full of grievances, which made Qing Yi fidgeting with deep distress.

He could feel the warm tears falling from his hugging hands, pooling and flowing.

Qing leaned forward and protected the person in her arms, even if she was distressed, she could only let her cry.

It's better to cry out than to hold it in your heart.

For a long time, listening to her sobbing, Qing Yi kissed the top of her hair deeply, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, you can tell me something, I'll help you." ”

For a long time, Yuan Fei looked at him with tears in his shallow eyes, and his mouth was deflated: "I want to go abroad." ”

Qing Yishen said: "Okay, I'll accompany you." ”

Yuan Feiqian choked up and said, "I want to go abroad." ”

Qing Yishen asked, "When do you want to leave?" ”

Yuan Feiqian said: "Now." ”