Chapter 1187: Murderer (3)
Ling Mufeng still maintained a ignorant expression.
It seems that I can't believe this fact.
I can't believe that it was him who killed his child with his own hands, the one he and Ye Zhiqiu had been looking forward to for a long time!
how so?[
How could it be like this?
Unbelievable, anger, pain, and self-blame instantly put Ling Mufeng on the verge of collapse.
I once thought Ye Zhiqiu could not forget Qin Yishu and was connected with him.
I once thought Ye Zhiqiu was jealous of An Jingru and put medicine in her soup, but today I hugged myself and refused to let him leave.
But I didn't expect that it was all my wishful thinking!
Moreover, he killed his own child!
Knowing autumn, knowing autumn...
When he came to his senses, the corridor was already empty.
Everyone went to see Ye Zhiqiu, and no one paid attention to him.
I stumbled to the front of the ward and wanted to push open the door and go in, but suddenly I lost the courage to face her.
Now, how could he beg her for forgiveness?
He even killed their children, what else did he ask her to forgive himself?
He lowered his hands silently, and Ling Mufeng fell in front of the door in vain.
Pain and regret entangled his heart.
But what he didn't notice was that in the distance, a pair of gloomy eyes staring at him tightly.
After a long time, a satisfied smile burst out—
Ye Zhiqiu had a long dream.
In the dream, she and Ling Mufeng did not argue, but were still as good as before.
Moreover, there is a pink and round little demon.[
The key is that the child looks like her and looks like him.
Then, there was a heart-wrenching pain.
It seemed as if something was taken out of her life and flew away.
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