Part Four, Chapter 87: Stay with Poor Him All Night
But when the God of Death threw himself into my arms, I felt that he seemed to have returned to the age-old God of Death, longing for warmth like a child. I don’t know what happened to him. I only know that
The hug I gave him last time was sincere, but this time I was forced by him.
His shoulders shrugged slightly, and I felt a hot flash on my chest. He cried...?
"Mom doesn't want me anymore..." Death sobbed and said these words, just like a child acting coquettishly, but from his words, I knew that Feng Jingchen's mother had passed away...
No wonder, no wonder the God of Death broke the truce and started a war wantonly. What should I say? He is so despicable. He blocked the news of their mother's death and gave us a surprise. But looking at him now, he is so pitiful.
I think it was the first time that the God of Death got love from his mother not long ago, but it was only once. Feng Jingchen also got the love from his mother for the first time, but it was also only once. And what about me? I am also the first
The first time I called Feng Jingchen mother, mother, it was also the last time I called that beautiful woman, my future mother-in-law, mother...
I shed tears silently, but for whom were these tears shed? The pitiful and hateful God of Death in front of me? Or was it Feng Jingchen who lost his mother? Or was it the death of my future mother-in-law? I don’t know, and I don’t understand either.
Death's sobs slowly stopped, and then I only felt a steady gasp, and I looked down at him.
He is asleep, is he asleep? In my arms, he is sleeping like a child. Looking at him sleeping, he really looks like an angel, but he has a devil's heart, his ruthless
Take away the life of my important partner!
I'm going to--kill him!
I gently laid him down on the sofa, and then wanted to pick up the gun on the ground, but he grabbed my arm. I looked back at him in panic. He was still closing his eyes tightly.
He was still sleeping soundly, but he murmured in his sleep: "Don't go...Mom."
It's like this every time. Every time I decide to kill him, he will say such heartbreaking words and show an expression that makes me pity. I feel that my heart is so painful, wandering between hatred and...
Hate and what? I don’t understand, is it love? How is it possible? Maybe it’s pity! I gave up, gave up the idea of killing him, but I just gave up now, because this poor him in front of me, I really
I can't do anything anymore. Maybe I have some kindness as a woman!
The hand of death was still holding me tightly, and I sat helplessly beside him.
I didn't sleep, and I didn't dare to sleep. I was afraid that when I woke up, he would take him to an unfamiliar place...
I persisted all night, from night to dawn, watching the sunrise in Hong Kong, but I was not in the mood to appreciate it!
My head hurts so much because I feel so sleepy. It feels so painful to want to sleep but not be able to sleep. The god of death is holding my hand tightly all night, and I will talk in my sleep. Anyway, I am just shouting.
His mother's words.
The God of Death's body moved slightly, and I knew he was awake, but I quickly closed my eyes. I didn't know how to face him, I just hoped that he could just leave silently...