Zhong Qingye's roar was deafening, and the room was completely silent. It seemed that the woman's faintly sad roar could still be heard, ringing in her ears, as if she was murmuring sadly, why was it me who was abandoned? Why?
Yes, why?
Why was she given up? Relatives, friends, companions, she had obviously worked hard enough, she was obviously very powerful, she could obviously protect herself, so why was she given up again?
Zhong Ying wants to kill her. [ ] Yes, that’s right, she is a sister, she has a heart failure, she was instigated, and she deserves to be forgiven. What about her? Where is the original Zhong Qingye? If she is not inexplicable
When he came here, the real Zhong Qingye would have been reduced to a pile of bones and a handful of ashes!
Has anyone thought about it? Has anyone thought about it?!
Who is to blame?!
Zhong Qingye's eyes glowed faintly red, like a furious beast, the anger and sadness hidden deep in her bones were gradually aroused. She did not know Zhong Qingye in this world, and had no interaction with her, but the same
Can the name, the same appearance, and the same experience be called a fate?
She pities Zhong Qingye who sympathizes with the world, just because she dare not sympathize with herself.
Tell yourself over and over again, it can definitely be done.
You can definitely live, even if you crawl out from among the dead.
It will be okay, even if the whole world is roaring for her life.
You will definitely be strong and brave, even if there is no one to support you.
She had gone through so many roads, and she thought that it was enough, that was enough. But Mother Zhong’s attitude was very clear, telling her clearly that you were the one who was given up.
I'm really a little sad, the same daughter, the same flesh and blood, why? Zhong Qingye slowly raised the dagger, his expression suddenly seemed as if he was sinking into the deep sea, with a cold, as if separated breath, like destruction.
"Qing'er!" Zhong Qingye's decision seemed like a dagger raised by her, cold and sharp, and the aura she exuded was even more difficult for people to ponder and contend with.
Perhaps, only Qi Mo, who had risen from hell, could understand that she had begun to give up.
The silent Qi Mo suddenly froze for a moment, stretched out his hand and slowly pressed his chest. Was it his imagination? Why did he feel that this place hurt?
"Qing'er!" A man rushed out and grabbed Zhong Qingye's hand covering the dagger, and said anxiously: "Don't be impulsive. Yes, there is something wrong with Ying'er, but she is your sister after all. We are connected by blood, so you can forgive me.
This time, she knows she was wrong."
"Yes, Yinger is still young, and it is inevitable that she will be instigated by others to do wrong things. Please forgive her!"
"You are a sister, is it so difficult to be tolerant to your sister once?"
"After all, they are sisters born from the same mother's womb. Do we need to fight to the death?"
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Chirping and noisy, everyone in the Zhong family was talking to each other, and they were talking happily after the man started. His expression and tone seemed to be that it was her who was wrong in all this, that she had no tolerance for others, and that it was her tolerance.
No less than his biological sister.
Everyone was the same, everyone criticized and ridiculed her.
Was she wrong?
Zhong Qingye was a little confused. Who was at fault? Who was at fault?
Not far from her feet, Zhong Ying was small and cute, nestled in her mother's arms, with tears on her cheeks and red and swollen eyes, like a pure crystal doll, which made people love her so much and couldn't bear to blame her.
The dagger gradually dropped down. Seeing her relaxed attitude, the Zhong family could no longer close their mouths. There was a commotion. Zhong Qingye turned to the man next to him who was confronting him at the beginning, smiled slightly, and said softly.