Tired from yelling and beating, she finally collapsed beside Huo Tianyang, her eyes losing focus.
He just murmured to himself with dull eyes:
"I won't remember you, let alone take such a selfish person like you into my heart. No, I will never remember you again. I won't miss you anymore, and I won't remember you anymore.
, not anymore, not anymore.”
Tears came one after another. At this time, Huangfu Xiang seemed to have had his soul taken away.
The peerless face lacks those pair of eyes that move like bright stars, and it also lacks the brightness and touching heart of the past.
Huangfu Yi looked at Huo Tianyang, who was lying on the ground without breathing. He moved his eyelids and looked at the waiter waiting beside him. After giving some gestures, he saw the waiter bending and retreating.
Huangfu Yi's eyes returned to Huangfu Xiang again. Seeing that his precious daughter had become like this because of his actions tonight, he frowned, walked to her side, and squatted down in distress.
"Come on, Xiang'er, get up and don't sit on the ground."
Huangfu Xiang allowed Huangfu Yi to pull her up from the ground. He muttered aimlessly, his pupils were dilated and there was no focus at all.
Huangfu Yi stretched out his hand, took his daughter into his arms distressedly, and said comfortingly:
"Silly boy, listen to your father and don't be sad. Be good."
He hugged her and patted her back gently, just like he did when he was a child, patting her back to comfort her when she was sad.
There was no movement at all in his arms. The cat was just trembling slightly in his arms, and his voice was very low.
After a while, I heard her burst into tears, crying to vent her anger.
He grabbed Huangfu Yi's clothes with his little hands and cried loudly: "Father, I love him so much. I really love him. Why do you have to kill him? Father, why do you have to be so cruel to me? Father."
"
"Father, you said that I should choose my own husband as my father, and that I should choose a man who loves my son as much as my father loves my mother and queen. But you killed him and never had him again.
People will love their sons and subjects like Brother Huo, father."
The more she cried, the sadder she became, and the more she cried, the more desperate she became, as if the whole world was about to collapse.