"I'm sorry." He looked at her cheek and said.

She was slightly stunned, slowly raised her head, and looked at the handsome face close at hand......

What did he say?

"Ling Tongyu, it happened six years ago, I'm sorry to let you ...... "This is the first time in his life that he has said sorry to a woman so sincerely, and there has never been a time when a woman begs him."......

"......" The tissue in Ling Tongyu's hand fell, she covered her mouth tightly, she was so afraid that she would cry out and wake up Xiaoxi who was asleep.

I don't know why, Yanyan often tells her, Xiaoyu, you have been wronged, and Xiaoxi also said that Mom, you have been wronged.

However, there has never been a feeling like this, hearing Han Jifeng's words of sorry, hearing him say that she was wronged, her heart was broken, I really wanted to cry out loud, and I wanted to beat Han Jifeng.

However, she could do nothing but cover her mouth and watch the man in front of her cry silently.

Over the years, all the injuries and tortures he has suffered have come to his heart because of his words of apology.

In fact, she is only a woman in her twenties, but her life has experienced too many vicissitudes.

Seeing her crying like this, Han Jifeng's heart tightened, reached out, and took her into his arms with one hand, so that her head was close to his chest.

"Ling Tongyu, don't cry, in the future, you won't cry like now."

Han Jifeng stroked her hair, looked at her trembling body, and said.

Ling Tongyu bit his fingers, tears wet the back of his hand and wet the placket of his clothes.

The castle sun shone through the trellises on the three of them.

*

At night, Xiaoxi was wearing her little pajamas, lying on the bed, seeing Ling Tongyu packing her luggage over there, she moved over and asked-

"Mom, are we leaving?"

Ling Tongyu looked around and found that everything was almost packed, and she said while counting the boxes, "Yes." “

"Oh." Xiaoxi nodded, continued to look down at her storybook, and after a while, as if she remembered something, she said, "What about uncle, is uncle going with us?" “

Ling Tongyu clapped his hands, walked to the side of the bed, pulled the quilt, covered Xiaoxi, and said, "My dear, uncle is not with us, from tomorrow, you must forget uncle, he has his life, we have ours, you know?" “

"Oh." Xiaoxi nodded disappointedly, "Why forget it, can't it be the same as now?" “

Ling Tongyu shook his head, "No, because in this case, it will bring trouble to his uncle, and he will also get married and have children, so he can't always play with Xiaoxi." “

When Xiaoxi heard this, she suddenly became a little angry, threw the storybook in her hand to the ground, and shouted, "No! Uncle can't have children, no! Uncle is mine! "I don't know what's wrong, Xiaoxi, who has always been sensible, is suddenly full of domineering feelings towards Han Jifeng.

Ling Tongyu's face sank when she heard her like this, "Xiaoxi, how can you be like this!" How can you litter? Pick things up! “

"I don't, I don't!" Suddenly, Xiaoxi willfully lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed, and ran out barefoot in pajamas.

"Xiaoxi! Don't run! She hurried after her.