He simply stamped his feet, stretched out his arms, and hugged Ye Zhiqiu.
He put his hand on the back of her head and moved it up and down.
He murmured: "Don't cry, don't cry."
There was actually a little snow falling in the sky.[
There were fewer pedestrians on the road, and the entire road along the river was empty and quiet.
It feels like "all traces of people are gone".
The street lights stretched their shadows long.
For many days, Ye Zhiqiu exploded due to the hardships he suffered from the incident between Qin Yishu and Liu Xiaoxiao, the illness of Qi's mother, and the self-blame for losing the child.
She wanted to scream, but she didn't dare.
She really wanted to make a quarrel, but now she had no one to vent her anger on.
It was very uncomfortable, as if my internal organs were tightly squeezed together.
Besides crying, what else could she do?
Even when she cried, she held back, clenching her hands tightly into balls and biting her teeth tightly together.
She even warned herself sternly in her heart not to be weak.
She is not a crybaby!
Crying only gives the illusion of weakness and does not help solve the problem.
But she couldn't help it!
The mother left, the child was gone, and Qi’s mother also fell ill.
If Qin Yishu also leaves her, will she be the only one in the world again?
The loneliness of being alone in the dark night made her want to go crazy.
"Zhiqiu, don't be afraid, I am by your side and will always be by your side."
Well, who is that?
The voice is faint, but very gentle.[
In the cold wind of January, it gives people a little bit of warmth.
He raised his head and met Ling Mufeng's warm eyes.
He was wearing a thick black down jacket, a large warm scarf, and a hat, and his breath was warm.
This wasn't the first time I had such close contact with him.