In my memory, Fang Qing was a very gentle and beautiful woman.

At least, compared to Zhang Yiran, who was arrogant and domineering by giving birth to the Li family's blood, it was so much better.

Whenever my father bought something delicious, Fang Qing would always wave to her with a smile. Chuchu didn't dare to take her food at that time. Because Zhang Yiran told her that the food Fang Qing gave you was poisonous and she would die if she ate it.

Therefore, Chuchu, who is young, is also wary of Fang Qing like Zhang Yiran.

Despite this, Fang Qing never got angry with her.

Chuchu felt that Fang Qing seemed to be tolerant and generous on the surface, but she was fragile in her bones like an ordinary woman. Several times, she saw Fang Qing standing alone on the balcony, crying silently.

Chuchu didn't understand at that time that Fang Qing was obviously the official palace and she had children in her womb. Why didn't she drive Zhang Yiran and herself away?

Later, when she grew up and watched many wealthy dramas, she understood that the Li family had a certain influence in the city at that time. Fang Qing represented not just a wife. Moreover, Fang Qing also came from a famous family. She had the title of Mrs. Li and the daughter of the Fang family. Her family and her identity were definitely not allowed to do things that would damage the reputation of the two families. Therefore, she could only tolerate, she could only tolerate, and could only pretend to be generous.

The last time I talked to Fang Qing was on that cool autumn day.

She remembered that the weather was very good that day.

There was no cloud, only a small wave of breeze was blowing.

There was a very tall tree next to the swing rack. She didn't know what kind of tree it was. The most profound thing about her was that she had never seen such red leaves, as red as blood. When the wind blew, the leaves fell down, lay on the lawn, stepped on it, making a rustling sound, which were broken leaves.

I forgot how Zhang Yiran said to me, and I only remember that Zhang Yiran's words kept echoing in my mind at that time, as if I was bewitched - use force, and use force more...

She thought that the higher she swung, the happier Fang Qing would be... Because, at that time, she did see Fang Qing swinging on the swing, and she showed a rare smile from the bottom of her heart...

Fang Qing smiled comfortably and asked her softly: "Chuchu, do you think the child in my belly is a boy or a girl..."

Chuchu answered her carefully as she used words and sentences, "Boy..." When she was very young, Zhang Yiran always imprisoned herself, saying that if she gave birth to a boy, her status in the Li family would be even more different. So Chuchu also deeply believed that having a boy is better than having a girl.

After hearing her answer, Fang Qing did not change much in expression, but she still smiled, like a spring breeze, closed her eyes and raised her mouth slightly.

In Chuchu's eyes, it seemed like a place of relief in happiness...

But she didn't know that it was relieved to look at death...

Because of despair and fatigue, a pair of hands came out to send her away. So Fang Qing compromised... and chose death with relief...
Chapter completed!