Chapter 219: The young master is injured: where are you going?
Huangfu Ming couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't want to see her like this, lifeless, lifeless, like a lifeless puppet. This feeling made him suffocate and make him panic. If he said it, even if it hurt her, at least it would hurt her.
Make him feel her presence.
"I don't - don't - Qin Zhiyuan, I hate him - hate him -"
You'er covered her head that was about to explode and squatted weakly in the corner. The name Qin Zhiyuan - Qin Zhiyuan - was like a curse, constantly eroding her nerves.
"Don't make a fuss, okay? It's in the past, your son - it's in the past. I will protect you and will always be by your side -"
Huangfu Ming gently hugged her trembling body, his eyebrows filled with heartache. What should he do? To make her forget, so that she would not be in such pain. Sometimes he thought, if he had suffered for her, what would she do?
Wouldn't it be so sad?
You'er buried her head in his arms, his words, like a lullaby, gently imprinted into her mind, just like that time when she was beaten all over and bruised, she was driven out by that person, and he hugged her gently,
explain:
"Don't be afraid, right son, you are my little wife, I will protect you -"
But there was another discordant voice in my mind:
"Are you a pig? How can you be so stupid - is this little thing worth feeling sorry for you?"
That's right! It's not worth her sadness, how could that person be worth making her so sad? She doesn't want to be like this, but she still can't forget that it doesn't matter that she is a pig, she is so stupid, and she just doesn't want to let go.
"Youer, where are you going?"
Seeing the figure breaking away from his arms and rushing out of the door, Huangfu Ming yelled anxiously and wanted to chase him out, but fell to the ground. He smiled helplessly and then remembered that his leg was injured last night and was still wearing a plaster. It seemed that
, he can't catch up with her.
It's raining, gloomy like Satan's eyes. There are no pedestrians on the street. It's a very long road. It's so long that you can only see the growing darkness in the distance. Thin and dense raindrops are blown by the wind.
It hurts like ice cutting into my face and neck.
It was a shop selling dance shoes. Inside the transparent glass window, there were pairs of beautiful shoes. Your son stopped in front of a pair of red crystal shoes and stared blankly at the pair of legendary Cinderella's crystal shoes.