The summer evening breeze, mixed with a bit of heat, gently blew the tangled hair between the eyebrows, and the beautiful long hair spread on the white sheets, the messy beauty was suffocating.
The man standing by the bed closed the window, and the white gauze curtains in front of the window gently dropped, and everything returned to calm.
He didn't understand what happened to him, but he took the initiative to take this woman back to the villa, and even brought her back to his room.
He never allowed any woman to lie on his bed, because he believed that no woman in the world was qualified to be his wife who would share his bed and spend his life together.
"Mom...I'm so cold and hurt..."
His hand caressing the window paused, then turned around quickly and hugged the soft body on the bed. She had already put on clean clothes, wearing pure white pajamas, like a pure water lily, her white skin covered with
The moonlight cast a hazy psychedelic mist, and her lightly frowned eyebrows made his heart ache slightly every time she frowned.
Why, he pities the pain between her eyebrows, is it just sympathy?
"Mom, don't leave me, I'm so cold... I'm so scared to be alone without you holding me to sleep... Xiaojing needs you, I need you, you can't leave us and go to heaven, you are so selfish...
"A drop of crystal tears fell on the man's white shirt, and the hot heat penetrated the thin cotton material and burned deeply into his chest.
"Your mother has also left this world? Really!?" His eyes were blood red, covered with bloodshot eyes of grief.
His hand tightened a bit, as if he wanted to crush her into his body and become a part of him.
Xia Zhitong felt some pain, but it was warm and comfortable. She was like a lost cat, rubbing her cold face in his arms, and then feeling the temperature of his hot chest, she fell asleep quietly.
…
She didn't answer him, but the corners of her lips that had been tightened in pain slightly curved, and her hands unconsciously wrapped around his body tightly.
At that moment, everything seemed to be quiet.
In front of his eyes, a scene like this appeared:
In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, a thin boy looked at the white snow in the wilderness with innocent eyes. He didn't know where his aunt was taking him. He just heard that... his mother went to a "far away place", so they wanted to take him.
He goes to see "her".
When the car door opened, he looked at his beautiful aunt with a smile, but his smile froze under his aunt's cold laughter.
He didn't know what happened. Two strange men in black dragged him up, and then...
The lake in the cold winter was covered with thick ice. A sharp pain pierced the back of his head. A large amount of blood flowed out from the back of his head. On the white ice lake, the dazzling blood red was as beautiful as a coquettish poppy.
Weird.
Hot tears stung his eyes, and he cried,
"Don't leave me!"
And the ice beneath him broke bit by bit until his little body was completely submerged in the temperatureless lake...
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