Facing the deceased, should I hate, forgive, or condone; or should I tolerate and love as a family member or the person closest to Yin Yijie.
It seems that every word is extremely pale and heavy for me to accept...
"Are you still angry? I will give you to brother..." Yin Yijie asked in a squeaky voice, and his hands involuntarily tightened.
My hand hurts a little, maybe it's my heart hurting, but I don't feel anything anymore; it's like a distant wind blowing by my ears and has weakened.
Maybe it's not that the wind isn't cold, but that I can't feel it; or maybe my skin feels it, but my heart doesn't feel it...[
After a long time, I nodded slowly...
No matter how it is explained theoretically, how...
But standing here, I still feel an indescribable depression and pain that makes it difficult for me to breathe.
This cannot be covered up by any theory, reason and understanding, it is not like this; I feel very uncomfortable now, I know that the matter is over and the deceased is gone, but...
"I……"
I don't know what to say, I just feel that my shoulders are so heavy and my head is so heavy, as if countless devils are stretching out their evil hands to tear me apart.
I... hesitated for a long time, weakly leaned towards the nearest and most reliable place, and said:
"I think I will always feel bad because I am not...a saint."
Yin Yijie turned my head, kissed my forehead gently, and sighed silently, as if footsteps stopped not far from us, and then he said softly:
"I feel uncomfortable because you care about me; I feel uncomfortable but also honored.
Ke'er, let's go see our son, okay? I have had unshirkable responsibilities for many things in the past. I will work harder in the future to make our son, daughter, and their parents happy together!"
Breathing the clean breath of his arms, I seemed to feel much more comfortable.
I also put my hands in his arms, trying my best to hide myself in his arms, letting him wrap me up.
My discomfort will be divided into two halves, one half for him, and the other half for him...
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Ahhhh, Ming Ming yelled three times, but when will I have my own baby!
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