In the evening, two little kids, the boy holding a bowl of Gu Yimi's favorite preserved egg and lean meat soup, and the girl holding a stick of Gu Yimi's favorite sweet corn, walked into Gu Yimi's house babblingly.

room.

The curtains were closed, and the setting sun shone into the room through the gaps.

The woman sitting in the corner, her bloodless face was stained with the blood-red color of the sunset. Her whole person had a decadent and elegant beauty, just like the lonely and sad woman in a painting.

Freeze in an instant.

The two babies looked at each other, then climbed onto the big bed and approached their mother.

"Mommy, come on, Momo has specially taught Mingming how to cook sweet corn today. Mommy, try it and see if the corn that Momo cooked for the first time is delicious."

As he spoke, Gu Tianmo put the sweet corn that was just warm in his hand towards Gu Yimi's mouth.

"Mommy, would you like some soup?" Gu Tianming looked at Mummy who was completely indifferent to the sweet corn that Momo handed over, and a dark and cold light flashed in Liuli's eyes.

This is the first time Momo Mingming has seen such a mother.

No matter what difficulties and hardships Mommy encountered during her days in France, she was never like this.

Gu Yimi locked herself up again.

Locked into that lonely world, he licked the wounds on his body, but the blood couldn't stop flowing down, forming a broken river of blood.

No sound could be heard, only her faint heartbeat and labored breathing.

.......

Gu Tianming looked deeply at his mother, her miserable face without any expression, and her cold voice broke Gu Yimi's lonely world of wildly growing vines.

"Mommy, do you still love Ji Zefeng?"

Those pure black eyes that seemed to be able to absorb people's souls looked straight into Gu Yimi's empty eyes.

The three words "Ji Zefeng" are like a key, a key that can open Gu Yimi's world. The woman's big empty eyes gradually condensed a bright flame. In the sunset, so

Eye-burning brilliance.

But in the next second, it disappeared.

The woman in the sunset, her lips covered with a layer of blood red, smiled slowly.

The voice is like a layer of dust covered with sadness that cannot be resolved:

"Loving him is something I can't let go of in my life."

I don’t know if Gu Yimi is answering Mingming’s question or talking to herself.

"But loving him has become my business alone. Ji Zefeng, he let me go."

"Then mommy wants to let him go now?"

A certain girl spoke in a childish yet serious tone, with a little bit of anxiety and panic.

"Should I let him go?"

A woman's rhetorical question is asking herself.

Is she going to let Ji Zefeng go now?

Is it true that if you let him go, you will feel better?

Is that so?

But why---

Why did she think that she had to let go of Ji Zefeng? From now on, there would no longer be a man named "Ji Zefeng" in her life. Her heart, which was already numb with pain, was throbbing hard and mercilessly.

It was like being pricked by a slender silver needle, and blood oozed out from countless invisible pores...

"Mommy, Daddy has forgotten you again, but you have not forgotten Daddy."

This was the first time that Gu Tianmo called that man "Daddy" in real life, although he had called him so countless times in his dreams.

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In the evening, two little kids, the boy holding a bowl of Gu Yimi's favorite preserved egg and lean meat soup, and the girl holding a stick of Gu Yimi's favorite sweet corn, walked into Gu Yimi's house babblingly.

room.

The curtains were closed, and the setting sun shone into the room through the gaps.

The woman sitting in the corner, her bloodless face was stained with the blood-red color of the sunset. Her whole person had a decadent and elegant beauty, just like the lonely and sad woman in a painting.

Freeze in an instant.

The two babies looked at each other, then climbed onto the big bed and approached their mother.

"Mommy, come on, Momo has specially taught Mingming how to cook sweet corn today. Mommy, try it and see if the corn that Momo cooked for the first time is delicious."

As he spoke, Gu Tianmo put the sweet corn that was just warm in his hand towards Gu Yimi's mouth.

"Mommy, would you like some soup?" Gu Tianming looked at Mummy who was completely indifferent to the sweet corn that Momo handed over, and a dark and cold light flashed in Liuli's eyes.

This is the first time Momo Mingming has seen such a mother.

No matter what difficulties and hardships Mommy encountered during her days in France, she was never like this.

Gu Yimi locked herself up again.

Locked into that lonely world, he licked the wounds on his body, but the blood couldn't stop flowing down, forming a broken river of blood.

No sound could be heard, only her faint heartbeat and labored breathing.

.......

Gu Tianming looked deeply at his mother, her miserable face without any expression, and her cold voice broke Gu Yimi's lonely world of wildly growing vines.

"Mommy, do you still love Ji Zefeng?"

Those pure black eyes that seemed to be able to absorb people's souls looked straight into Gu Yimi's empty eyes.

The three words "Ji Zefeng" are like a key, a key that can open Gu Yimi's world. The woman's big empty eyes gradually condensed a bright flame. In the sunset, so

Eye-burning brilliance.

But in the next second, it disappeared.

The woman in the sunset, her lips covered with a layer of blood red, smiled slowly.

The voice is like a layer of dust covered with sadness that cannot be resolved:

"Loving him is something I can't let go of in my life."

I don’t know if Gu Yimi is answering Mingming’s question or talking to herself.

"But loving him has become my business alone. Ji Zefeng, he let me go."

"Then mommy wants to let him go now?"

A certain girl spoke in a childish yet serious tone, with a little bit of anxiety and panic.

"Should I let him go?"

A woman's rhetorical question is asking herself.

Is she going to let Ji Zefeng go now?

Is it true that if you let him go, you will feel better?

Is that so?

But why---

Why did she think that she had to let go of Ji Zefeng? From now on, there would no longer be a man named "Ji Zefeng" in her life. Her heart, which was already numb with pain, was throbbing hard and mercilessly.

It was like being pricked by a slender silver needle, and blood oozed out from countless invisible pores...

"Mommy, Daddy has forgotten you again, but you have not forgotten Daddy."

This was the first time that Gu Tianmo called that man "Daddy" in real life, although he had called him so countless times in his dreams.

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Chapter completed!