He dragged Xiaowu out and didn't look back, making Xiaowu anxious, kicking, screaming and scolding.

"Let go of me, let go."

Ou Yihong didn't dodge her attack, he grabbed it with both hands, and dragged it away, "Go." ”

He was almost certain that this was his biological daughter, Ye Xiaowu!

How could he watch her make senseless sacrifices, she was still so young, so beautiful, and the flower of life had just bloomed.

Even if she hates him for the rest of her life, she can't let her die!

Ye Xiaowu kept turning his head, his organs were burning, angry and anxious, "Mom, Mom, you can't die, I just found you, and our mother and daughter gave in, Mom, don't die." ”

Her heart ached and she couldn't help crying.

Don't die!!

Yanran looked at her daughter stupidly, her eyes did not blink, as if this was the last side, and she wanted to engrave her daughter's appearance in her heart.

"I'm sorry, Xiaowu, I'm not a dutiful mother, if there is an afterlife, I will be a good mother."

The fate of mother and daughter is too short, and it makes her sad.

Child, if she can, she is willing to be by her side for the rest of her life, always take care of her, take care of her, and make her the happiest child in the world.

However, the reality is too cruel!

She owes her daughter a lot in her life, and she just wants her daughter to live well.

Ye Xiaowu burst into tears, crying and convulsing all over, "Mom, don't." ”

After 20 years of life, is it time to die again?

Hurry, too hurry!

Yanran's teary eyes were misty, and she couldn't see, she quickly wiped away her tears and looked at her beloved child, "I'm sorry, I really love you, you have to live well." ”

She can't take care of her anymore, but she believes that Xiaowu will live better than anyone else.

She is a child who grew up in the midst of many setbacks, and her heart is more determined than anyone else.

It's just that, no matter how determined, it's just a child.

Xiaowu couldn't cry silently, screaming heartbreakingly.

"Mom, you promised me, you can't talk and don't count, Mom, Ou Yihong, let me go quickly."

Ou Yihong's eyes were faintly red, as if he could feel her painful and desperate mood.

She is just a child who is afraid of losing her mother, scared to the extreme, and desperate to the extreme.

He was hit in the deepest part of his heart, his nose was sour, and he couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

He glanced back, ruthlessly, grabbed Xiaowu, and dragged her out of the door.

Xiaowu's heart sank, sinking into the cold water, full of anger, regardless of biting him on the arm, his body stiffened, but he resolutely refused to let go.

"Let go, or I won't forgive you for the rest of my life."

She wants to go in, she wants to accompany her mother.

That's the mother she's been looking forward to for twenty years, the one she's been longing for all her life.

Ou Yihong could feel her hatred, and a scar crossed her heart, "Then hate, I just want you to live." ”

It turns out that it is so uncomfortable to be hated by your loved ones.

Xiaowu seemed to have guessed his thoughts and glared at him fiercely.

"I'm not your daughter, no."

Looking at the stubborn and stubborn Xiaowu, Ou Yihong's heart was sour and astringent, and there was a faint hint of sweetness, "It's up to you." ”

In fact, she is quite like him, stubborn, willful, so strong, proud!

In the room, Yan Ran took one last look at the door, "Lei Wenhao, you can go too, leave me alone, I forgive you, you don't have to feel sorry anymore." ”

I recovered my memory, and I also remembered the love-hate past.

She didn't have time to feel anything, and she was faced with life and death.

In the face of death, everything is a floating cloud.