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Avenge......

Who to take revenge......

Mom's laughter grew sadder and sadder.

Her figure was penetrated by the white light, and little by little the light converged into a ball, and finally merged into the dazzling white light.

Don't, don't go......

The hand that Ye Hao Cang had just withdrawn from her forehead suppressed her restless and trembling body in an instant.

The whispering breath went from faint to rapid, and in just a few seconds, a layer of water vapor condensed under the oxygen mask.

Her parched pale mouth kept moving, as if she was saying something.

Ye Haocang had never seen such a painful expression, as if she had been abandoned by the whole world, fragile and helpless.

Tears moistened the corners of her eyes, pouring out of her sockets like a flood that had burst its banks.

She cried so sadly, so sadly, so desperate......

Her breath seemed to be restricted by the oxygen mask, and Nightshade pushed it away, wrapped around her wrists, and pulled her into her arms.

The familiar movements, revealing a trace of warmth, with a demagogic sense of security, stroked away the tears in her eyes.

The misty eyes suddenly rolled up and widened.

The eyes are facing each other.

The place where the light voice touched was the beautiful and cold face of the night.

His hand, still resting on her face, his rough fingertips, was sweeping away her tears.

The heart seemed to melt in an instant.

Crying softly, ignoring the tube inserted in her body, she hugged Ye Maocang.

This hug, the hug of the night was caught off guard.

He breathed slightly, and his eyes twitched.

The big palm hugged her back and gently soothed.

"Okay, don't cry, it's okay."

His tone, gentle, is not very real.

The whisper buried her face deep in his chest, tears soaking her clothes.

The man not only did not blame, but protected her tighter.

She's alive!

She's really alive!

The feeling of the rest of his life after the catastrophe made Qingyin clearly understand what his mother said.

You can only do a lot if you are alive......

Oh, yes! She can't die, she can't just die!

"Brother~" raised his head weakly in a soft voice, with tears in his eyes.

Her crying red eyes gave her pale face a hint of blood, but her too weak body still couldn't cover it, and her voice was like a gossamer.

Ye Maocang wiped away her tears and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?" Do you want to lie down. ”

"No~~" The light voice moved slightly, and the little hand grabbed the corner of his clothes, clenching it tightly, "Have you investigated me?" You've checked everything about me, haven't you? ”

The color of the night's pale eyes sank slightly.

"What do you want to say?"

Qingyin's heart was cold, and the man did not answer her directly.

He was refusing, contradicting her questions......

"Brother, my mother, how did she die?"

The aura around the night plummeted to freezing.

He stood up abruptly, waved his hand away, forced her back into the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

"You have a good rest, you don't have to know anything else."

What is called she doesn't have to know, her mother's business, why can't she know......

"Brother~~"

"Don't call me brother."

The soft voice was silenced, and was frightened by the cold eyes of the night.

He was disgusted by the word coming out of her mouth.

Elder brother......

He's not her brother!

The girl's frightened pupils twitched slightly, and she looked at him so frightened that she forgot to blink her eyes.

Ye Haocang's heart was depressed, and his expression was slightly moved.

"Scared?"

He reached out to her, but before he could touch her, she cowered.

His hand froze in mid-air, his fingertips tightened, and the negative qi was withdrawn.

The man regained his usual coldness, and he walked to the door, and under the soft gaze, opened the door, and stepped out.

The light voice was a little anxious.

Where is he going?

Angry?

He left like that, just because she asked his mother about the cause of death, or because she called him brother......