Even though her whole body was shaking with fear, she still refused to give way.
Such a clearly desperate, but still stubborn look was printed on the front page of the newspaper, which shocked him.
At that time, he also felt that although Hua Feng was weak, his wife and daughter were much stronger than him. He had married a good wife and gave birth to a good daughter.
Then, he asked people to deal with the matter. Those newspapers did not dare to make things difficult for the mother and daughter, nor did they dare to write nonsense anymore. The previous newspapers were also recycled as much as possible.
Later, on the day of Hua Feng's funeral, he went quietly alone.
At that time, he just wanted to take a look, but he did not expect that human relations were so cold and warm, and that there were only two or three people who came to express their condolences in the quiet and cold auditorium.
He raised his eyes and saw that both Jinmu and Jinsisi were kneeling aside and sobbing. Jinsisi was draped in white linen and had a small white flower on her forehead. She already had a bright outline at a young age.
, but she was too haggard, like a shriveled flower, her big eyes were wet with tears, and she could see that they were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and her small, pale face was frighteningly thin.
But seeing her like this made his heart shake violently.
Ever since he experienced that incident at the age of thirteen, his heart had almost become as hard as a stone. He really thought he would never be touched by anything again, but this poor little girl strangely made his heart
Touched again.
He walked in almost unconsciously, and when he realized it, he had already walked in and was standing in front of a large black and white photo.
He looked at Hua Feng, an opponent he once admired, and bowed three times seriously.
Neither Jin Mu nor Jin Sisi knew him, but they didn't delve into anything at the moment. Everyone who came was a guest. They returned the gift, but Su Mo didn't leave. He just walked to Jin Sisi's side quietly, and then stood beside her.
She knelt down next to her and burned paper with her.
It took a while for Jin Sisi to notice him. She raised her red and swollen eyes and looked at him blankly for a while. Su Mo felt a little embarrassed, but she curled her lips and suddenly cried again, her voice
With a crying voice and extremely hoarse, "Brother, my father is dead. He doesn't want me anymore! Is it because I'm not good, that's why he left me and my mother..."
She has been suppressed for too long. No matter how strong she is, she is still just a nine-year-old girl.
Her tears were like crystal pearls, sliding down bit by bit, along her slender chin, and dripping onto the burning plate. Su Mo's heart seemed to be shaken by something, and it seemed a little bit...
The feeling of being out of breath.
He had never seen anyone cry, let alone a little girl. He even forgot at that moment that he could not touch the woman. He stretched out his hand blankly to wipe the tears on her face. They were cold and cold.
His fingertips spread to the bottom of his heart.
"It's none of your business... You're fine, you're really fine." He replied blankly, comforting him unconsciously.
Even when he saw Jin Sisi's little body shaking and crying, he unconsciously reached out and hugged her, hugging her with his not yet strong arms, as if he wanted to give her strength.
Looking at the little girl who couldn't stop crying in his arms, looking at her shaking shoulders, looking at her hoarse crying voice, he couldn't do anything at all.