Mu Xiaocheng stood in front of Meng Xunqian, tilted his head, and met his eyes.

My brother's eyes are beautiful.

The dark eyes shone like obsidian, and there was still light.

Mu Xiaocheng bit her lip, and then said in a hoarse voice: "I have grown up and know what to do, and I also know what is right and wrong." ”

"But ......"

At this, she choked up.

In the eyes, tears fluctuated.

Meng Xunqian knew that she must be very chaotic and uncomfortable in her heart.

So, choose not to say anything.

No matter what she decides or wants to do, he supports her.

Who made him, was her brother.

Meng Xunqian took the little girl in front of him into his arms, patted her on the back, and his voice was as warm as water: "It's okay, this matter no longer belongs to the category of right and wrong." Whatever you want to do, I've got your back. ”

Mu Xiaocheng didn't speak, held back the tears in her eyes, sniffed, and nodded heavily.

Now, it is the twenty-sixth day of the lunar month.

In a few days, it will be thirty.

But the weather is not very good these days.

It was exceptionally cold, the sky was raining lightly, and the air was exceptionally humid.

When Mu Xiaocheng and Meng Xunqian walked into the living room, Zhou Ningyi was knitting a scarf.

There was an electric stove in front of her, which was used to warm the fire.

Zhou Ningyi's dress and dress are the same as before, there is nothing special, but she looks a little bad.

When she saw Mu Xiaocheng, a big smile opened on the corner of her mouth, still so loving and warm.

"Coming back?"

Zhou Ningyi put down the unfinished scarf in her hand, stood up, and asked with concern as before, "Are you hungry?" Would you like to eat? I'm going to do it for you? ”

Mu Xiaocheng shook her head.

Facing Zhou Ningyi at this moment, Mu Xiaocheng really didn't know what to say.

has been with relatives for more than ten years, and there are some things that she really can't say.

Meng Xunqian patted her on the shoulder and whispered, "I'll wait for you outside, you can talk about it." ”

Mu Xiaocheng nodded, but did not say anything.

It wasn't until Meng Xunqian left that Mu Xiaocheng approached Zhou Ningyi.

"Say it."

She spat out two words lightly, her face expressionless.

Zhou Ningyi lowered her eyes and slowly sat on the sofa.

A wry smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she said lightly: "Actually, I long expected that you would know all the truth one day. ”

"But I didn't expect this day to come so early."

Hearing her say this, Mu Xiaocheng snorted coldly: "If I didn't know it myself, you would hide it from me for the rest of your life, let me be grateful for my mother-killing enemy, is your conscience really passable?" ”

When Zhou Ningyi heard Mu Xiaocheng say this, the wry smile on the corner of her mouth spread, and even in her eyes, a mist gradually surfaced.

"I'm sorry."

She whispered.

Hearing her say I'm sorry, Mu Xiaocheng's eyes turned red.

At this time, what she is most afraid of hearing is that she is sorry.

She said she was sorry, which means that Zhou Ningshuang did not lie, all of this is true.

Mu Xiaocheng held back her tears, and her voice was hoarse: "Is it useful to say sorry?" ”

"My mother's death and my dark childhood are all thanks to you, is it enough for you to say sorry?"

Zhou Ningyi stopped talking.

She knew that Xiao Cheng should hate her very much now.

But this child still thinks of family affection in her heart, and thinks of how good she was to her before.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to her alone.

(End of chapter)