445: Everything is as it pleases

Su Mengxi looked at Leng Ziyue beside her and pursed her lips slightly.

The two of them had suffered enough, how could she bring more suffering to them because of herself......

The dream that Lan Xueqing experienced, although she didn't experience it together, she understood Lan Xueqing's mood.

Everything she has is gone, and the people she cherishes are leaving one by one, how can a girl endure such a heart-rending pain.

"Ziyue, where are your parents?" Although he knew that asking this question would hurt the little girl in front of him, Su Mengxi could only do this.

It's not impossible to let Leng Zixing protect Leng Zixing, but in the current situation, Leng Zixing shouldn't even be able to take care of himself, so how can he protect his sister.

Su Mengxi can't shoot directly, so he can only prepare in advance.

If she has already decided that there is nothing, then what does it have to do with other people's departures? Anyway, it doesn't belong to me, so what if I leave. It would be nice to say that Leng Ziyue didn't care about anything, but she wasn't.

"My mother died in childbirth, and my father died when my brother and I were ten years old to protect the two of us......" Leng Ziyue's voice didn't sound the slightest sadness, but was extremely calm.

However, it is precisely because of this that I care more.

If she can cry, it can be regarded as a kind of catharsis.

But she didn't.

"They don't want you anymore." Su Mengxi said lightly.

This may be a little cruel to a little girl. But after passing this level, when cultivating in the future, there is also a great chance of winning in the face of the inner demons.

Leng Ziyue raised her head and looked at this girl seriously, her eyes were beautiful and her skin was very white.

"Sister, it's not that they don't want us, they just can't protect us."

Su Mengxi smiled lightly, but there was a hint of coldness in those phoenix eyes: "Do you think that if they have endless lives, how much effort can they put on you?" ”

Without waiting for Leng Ziyue to refute Su Mengxi, Su Mengxi continued: "Don't talk about your brother, I only refer to you." You and Leng Zixing, who gets more love? Who do they care for more? ”

Leng Ziyue thought about Su Mengxi's words, and the whole person was stunned.

Like, what she said was fine......

When I was young, my brother fell ill, and my father struggled to find a doctor. And what about when she was sick? It's just that I simply pressed it down with Haoli, what kind of treatment can I talk about?

"Leng Ziyue, sometimes, what you feel may just be a fake."

"You think you're important enough, but you're just a foil for others."

"You think they're all about you, but you're just one of them."

"Leng Ziyue, this is a fact that you have to admit. They never belonged to you. ”

Su Mengxi's words echoed in Leng Ziyue's mind.

When Leng Ziyue raised her head again, her face was already full of tears, "Sister, why are you doing this?" ”

Why, let her know such a fact.

She wanted to be loved, but Su Mengxi's words made her realize that this was nothing more than her own self-inflicted affection.

"It's something you have to go through."

Leng Ziyue's spirit had gradually collapsed, and just when she was delirious, Su Mengxi's ethereal and clear voice sounded: "Leng Ziyue, no matter what, you have to remember that everything is as you like." ”