Another smile was pulled out from the corner of his lips.

She walked over slowly, fearing that the little girl would be scared, as if the latter would dissipate.

As we got closer, we were closer, so close that she could see the little girl's face pale and bloodless, and could hear the sounds of murmurs.

Squatted down in front of the little girl. Even though Zeng Qian repeatedly asked herself to calm down, she still cried with a hint of crying. Her lips trembled and replied softly: "Xiangxiang, mom is here, mom is back."

My mother's response seemed to be close, but it was a distance away and could never touch the yin and yang.

The little girl's empty eyes gradually became focal and lit up again.

"Mom, you're finally back." Her voice was soft and strong with a strong attachment.

"Xiangxiang." This long-awaited call made Zeng Qian's head blank. At this moment, she forgot everything and only remembered the little girl who smiled at her, her eyes were bright, and her teeth were exposed.

The thoughts and love in the chest surged out and she rushed over.

The next second, the body passes directly through the child.

The child subconsciously asked his mother to hug her hands and raised them stiffly. Zeng Qian pounced on the ground. The hands that were originally about to hold the child touched the wet ground, and the sand and stones roughly grinded her palms.

The pain came from the palm of the palm at this moment, and suddenly made Zeng Qian wake up.

Tears that could not be suppressed fell one by one on the ground one by one.

Behind him, the child's voice came: "Mom, is Xiangxiang dead? Can't you be with your mother all the time?"

The last scene during her lifetime was that the knife with a cold light pierced into her chest.

"Xiangxiang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my mother who went back late, but it's her mother who harmed you." Zeng Qian burst into tears.

Compared to the irresponsible Liu Xiong, compared to the mentally ill man, compared to Liang Yan, Zeng Qian hated the most and couldn't forgive herself the most. As a mother, she should have protected her daughter's growth, but she ended her life at the age of seven. In the past seven years, all she brought her to see was the evil of this world, and she had not yet brought her to see the beauty and colorfulness of this world.

Xiangxiang wants to cry, but ghosts don’t cry.

She stretched out her little hand to help her mother wipe her tears, but her hand passed through her cheek.

She stared at her hand blankly before slowly retracting, and at the same time she realized more clearly that she was dead.

She knew what death was. If she died, it means she was leaving her mother.

The little girl's soft voice seemed extremely ethereal at night. She said, "Mom, don't cry, I have never blamed her. I love mom so much, I know, mom loves me too. It's a pity. I originally thought of studying hard and earning a lot of money to support my mother, but now I don't think I can do it."

The girl's eyes were sour. She subconsciously rubbed her eyes, with regret in her tone: "However, this is something that cannot be changed."

She stared at Zeng Qian: "Mom, you have lost a lot of weight. Don't be too sad. Xiangxiang doesn't want her mother to be sad. In the future, Xiangxiang will not be around, and mother will also have a good meal and a good sleep. Be happy."

Zeng Qian covered her mouth and cried silently.

"Mom, can you agree to Xiangxiang?"

Zeng Qian closed her eyes, nodded, and choked, "Mom, mom promised Xiangxiang."

The little girl seemed to sense something, and the sadness flashed in her eyes.
Chapter completed!