"Qian Shang..." Qiye stroked Qian Shang's cheek, with uncontrollable distress in his eyes: "Qian Shang, if you cry, just cry!"
The child was gone, but she didn't cry, and Hurd died, but she still couldn't cry. She really wanted to cry wildly, but she was dull and could only grit her teeth.
"Qianshang, I beg you, cry, cry!"
Qiye grabbed Qian Shang's hand tightly and rubbed it vigorously. The woman's hand was very cold, as if it was going to freeze. He couldn't let go. When he let go, the woman left.
It was cold...really cold...the warm embrace was right in front of her, and all her forbearance and stubbornness disappeared in an instant. In this night, all she longed for was a warm embrace.
Qian Shang leaned in Qi Ye's arms and could feel the tears flowing from him, drop by drop, and they were so hot that they were scalding.
However, she could only open her eyes wide, hoping that she would cry, but all she could do was whimper like a monster...
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Qian Shang always pretended to be asleep. Qiye stood in front of the bed and saw the woman's eyelashes flashing. He knew that she was not sleeping at all.
There is light snow falling outside the window again. This winter seems to have come early and got cold early.
We are not ready to welcome the spring yet, the weather suddenly turns cold like this
Qiye stood in front of the bed, not knowing what to say. He could only gently cover the woman's quilt with his hand and stroke her hair.
The hand slowly passed through her hair, and the soft hair slipped through her fingers, as if a gentle breeze was blowing, giving her a cold feeling, and it was like the soft and delicate sand in the desert.
There was no sound in the room. It was extremely quiet. Only their breathing echoed clearly in the room.