Dying.

The palm of the hand that had just covered his mouth was covered with bright red liquid, like a flower, Manju Sahua, a bewitching flower that bloomed in hell.

Flowers bloom in the palm of the hand, open in the mind, take root in the heart, pierce the flesh and blood, and grow indefinitely.

She knew, going to die.

It is estimated that it will not be able to carry it for a few days.

In the terminal stage of cancer, people are like dehydrated flowers, slowly withering, thin and thin, and a pair of eyes that are usually as cunning as foxes are now full of mourning.

At first glance, it reveals a desperate sadness.

She should have died a long time ago, but, poor child, she couldn't let go of the child, so she held on for so long.

But now, I guess I can't hold it anymore no matter what.

She couldn't help coughing up blood again, and in a trance she saw a tall and handsome figure of a man, and after blinking, the figure disappeared in front of her.

Only the little girl in the corner was left looking at her timidly.

The little girl was wearing a white princess dress, her complexion was extremely white, and her eyes were a little darker, pretty, and she looked simple and clean, but I don't know if it was because she was frightened, and she couldn't shed tears at this time, and she looked quite pitiful.

"Mom—"

"Xiaoyi, mom will take you to dad." The red-clothed woman seemed to have made up her mind, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

The little girl approached her, and her weak little hand pinched the hem of the woman's skirt: "But I only need my mother." ”

As if she hadn't heard, the woman led her out of the room, locked the door, walked into the elevator, came out, and climbed up to the rooftop.

Where no one could see, she secretly wiped her eyes and hid the crystal tears in her hands.

I don't want to live with you, but there is no way, there is no way, the oil is exhausted, this life has come to an end, it is better to calculate and leave some security for your future.

At this time, Ning Jing never thought that the guarantee she left for Gu Ningyi would be so painful, teaching her how to survive in this indifferent world at a young age.

If she knew, would she hesitate a moment more to jump down the tall building?

One large and one small have been standing on the tall building for more than two hours.

The police had arrived, comforting her and telling her that they would help her find the person she wanted to see, but it was too late.

In the quiet afterglow, he saw the figure on another building, and after laughing, he shouted that the police were going to use the horn, and shouted at the people below the tall building without hesitation: "Gu Lingtian, the richest man in Baicheng, bullied me and took me, but I took pity on me for giving birth to a daughter for him but couldn't raise it due to serious illness——"

The commotion upstairs stalled a little because of her shouting.

She continued: "I asked him to entrust the child to him on his deathbed, but he Gu Lingtian was ruthless and unrighteous, and he didn't even recognize his own daughter, I really couldn't do anything, so I made this move today, and it was also fate to return to the underworld with the child's soul!" Her voice was hoarse, and tears were already pouring out of the corners of her eyes.

"Don't jump, don't jump—" Someone downstairs began to shout again, but Tranquility didn't listen.

"Baby." She looked back, and the little girl was looking at her blankly, not knowing what she wanted to do, and she said, "Mommy loves you." ”

After finishing speaking, she jumped down with endless despair and relieved relief, and the afterimage of the red-clothed woman falling to the ground was already miserable and terrifying.

And above the tall building, several figures flashed, and they quickly took away the little girl above, but as for the corpse that had been separated on the ground, no one cared.