Tian Mafan walked to him quietly, looked at him gently, then pulled the child's hand, and said warmly: "Yiyi, call him uncle.
Xiao Yiyi looked at Zhang Lang and shouted in a silence: "Hello uncle."
Her voice sounded nice, like the clear and translucent springs in the mountains, but it made him feel so uncomfortable when it fell into his heart.
He lowered his head and looked quietly at the little girl in front of him. Under the vague starlight, her face looked even more tender and cute. Her sweet smile was as bright as flowers, and her bright eyes were as bright as stars.
How should he treat this cute child?
If she was sent to the orphanage, her bright smile would become like a withered flower from now on, her bright eyes would become lost, and her innocent face would be like a sunflower that would lose its sunshine.
He really couldn't bear to look at her, so he turned his head and looked at the gray night and felt sad.
"Alang..." Tian Mafan spoke quietly and looked at him gently.
But he didn't look back and still looked at the scenery in the distance.
"I'm sorry..." Her voice was very soft, as if she had no strength, "I..."
"Don't say..." He interrupted her anxiously, and he didn't listen to her say it in person, because such words were even more hurtful than sharp knife.
But some words don’t make people feel comfortable if they don’t say them.
Even if he didn't hear the words behind her, his heart was already cut open by the tip of a knife, and blood flowed out bit by bit along the blade.
He took a deep breath, and the breath was as cool as this night.
Her eyes flowed quietly in his face like clear water. Seeing his expression so bitter, her heart felt like it was stabbed again and again and half, and it was in great pain.
She trembled and called him again, "Arang..."
"You don't need to say anything, I know..." He looked down at the dark ground, still couldn't bear to look at her face.
Because his face was so nostalgic that he was afraid that he would lose control, so he got out of control and asked her to take her to the orphanage in front of the child.
That would be a biting harm to the child.
The breath of the three people flowed silently, suffocating tranquility.
Tian Mafan looked at him deeply, took the child's hand, and prepared to leave.
Because they have reached this point, what else can they say? Staying here for one more second will only make the hearts of both parties hurt for another second.
The most important man in her life, at this moment, drifted away with the night wind, and from then on, he lived only in her memory.
Those years that were once built with blood and tears were buried in the hazy night and no longer existed.[
God, I hope you remember a woman who bid farewell to her beloved lover in the desolate night breeze with blessings.
I hope that all this will occasionally give her a little sweetness for the rest of the years as her motivation to support her.
She lowered her head, tears poured out from her eyes, drowning everything, the flowers of love were placed in this night for the last time, slowly withering from this moment...
"Take care..." She gently spit out two words, her voice as empty as it was blown away by the wind.
She pulled the child and turned away, feeling her breath getting farther and farther away, gradually disappearing into the dark space, and then he raised his head.
He watched the familiar figure gradually disappear into the hazy night, and the scenery in his eyes gradually blurred...