Chapter 972: Life and death depend on each other [End 3]
"She said that she sincerely hopes to enjoy the family relationship with her family, and that her relatives will not leave her... She also said that her wish will never be realized in her lifetime..."
"That's just her wish, I have to help her fulfill it..."
The night is deep.
Yi Jian's sentences formed a sharp contrast with such a deep night, thin and ethereal.
But it seems that there is a deep affection that is so strong that it cannot be dissipated...
Zhong Xin's body was still not in good shape after all. She was sitting on the sofa downstairs in her hometown, watching the clock passing by bit by bit, like the movement of a snail, and her heart was also following it bit by bit.
Empty.
She was holding the ferry ticket in her hand, wearing a hospital gown, hanging loosely on his body.
After a long time, there was a sound of high-heeled shoes upstairs. The thump, thump, thump, and her heartbeat were mixed together. Her heart tightened, and she turned her head to see Zhong Qing, who was pale and wearing a moon-white dress.
The cheongsam slowly twisted down from upstairs.
Zhongqing just heard the servant of the hometown tell her that someone came to find her. She was originally thinking about her second sister and Zhuoran. Her head was full of confusion and worry. She didn't wear any clothes and just lay on the bed, too tired to move. For a long time,
, she stood up lazily and put on her clothes one by one.
Who knew, when I went downstairs, I saw Zhong Xin.
She froze at the stairs and didn't move for a long time.
"Zhong Qing..." When Zhong Xin saw Zhong Qing, she recovered from her fugue, stood up, and smiled warmly at Zhong Qing.
Such a warm smile made Zhong Qing feel dazed for a moment.
Second sister, what’s going on?
She pursed her lips, but still said softly: "Second sister... why are you here? I don't know, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long..."
Zhong Xin shook her head, walked up to Zhong Qing, stretched out her hand, took her arm, and walked upstairs bit by bit.
Twenty-four hours ago, Zhong Xin still hated herself and looked like she didn't want him. Why did she look like this twenty-four hours later?
