In the early morning, the small street was quiet. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the mist, the small street ushered in a warm morning. At this time, everything in the small street was shrouded in the soft morning light, and the willow trees beside the road hung low.
Head, softly receiving the morning light from the shower
Xia Chenxuan woke up from his sleep, and his tears wet the pillow again
It's been a month, more than a month since she came to Paris. She once again had a dream. In her dream, she was full of Leng Yifeng, who was so tall and handsome, but also becoming increasingly haggard and tinged with sadness.
"Chenchen... I love you... I miss you so much... I miss Xue'er so much... I miss Tao'er so much..."
His whisper sounded in her ears, so clear, as clear as if he was speaking in her ears at this moment.
My heart feels another pinching pain
She had no choice but to leave
It's because that night more than 20 years ago, she couldn't get over that hurdle
But, she really, really loves him!
Feng, how are you doing?
Deep in her heart, she said a greeting, speaking from the bottom of her heart. She hoped that his life would be good, at least better than hers!
Xue'er, who was in Xia Chenxuan's arms, opened her hazy eyes. A pair of big, cute and bright eyes stared at Xia Chenxuan. She spoke in a childish and cute voice: "Mother Chenchen, why are you crying?"
While he was talking, the little guy raised his small white hands and rubbed them against Xia Chenxuan's cheeks, and wiped away Xia Chenxuan's tears in distress.
She said, "Mom Chenchen, did someone walk into your dream at night and bully you? If this is the case, then Xue'er and brother Tao'er will also walk into your dream to protect you and not allow others to bully you.
How are you?"
Xueer's childish words are full of childishness and cuteness
However, he is also extremely sensible!
He is so sensible that it makes her happy, but also makes her heartbroken.
She sat on the bed, staring at the cute and innocent face of her daughter next to her, stroking her small, soft, white palms, feeling infinite guilt rising in her heart.