She was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised her head, looking at this handsome face so close...
What did he say?
"Ling Tongyu, what happened six years ago, I'm sorry, I made you... feel wronged..." This was the first time in his life that he had said sorry to a woman so sincerely. He had never only said sorry to a woman when she begged him.
"..." The tissue in Ling Tongyu's hand fell down, and she covered her mouth tightly. She was so afraid that she would cry out and wake up Xiaoxi who was sleeping.
For some reason, Yanyan often told her, Xiaoyu, you have been wronged, and Xiaoxi also said, Mom, you have been wronged.
However, she has never felt like this before. When she heard Han Jifeng say sorry and when he said that she had been wronged, her heart was broken. She wanted to cry loudly, but she also wanted to think about it.
I want to give Han Jifeng a good beating.
However, she could do nothing but cover her mouth and watch the man in front of her cry silently.
All the hurt and torture I suffered over the years came to my mind because of his words of apology.
In fact, she is only a woman in her twenties, but her life has already experienced too many vicissitudes.
Seeing her crying like this, Han Jifeng's heart tightened. He reached out and held her in his arms with one hand, letting her head press against his chest.
"Ling Tongyu, don't cry. In the future, don't cry like you do now."
Han Jifeng gently stroked her hair, looked at her trembling body, and said.
Ling Tongyu bit his fingers, tears wet the back of his hands and the hem of his clothes.
The sunlight from the castle shone on the three of them through the grape trellis.
*
At night, Xiaoxi was lying on the bed in her pajamas. Seeing Ling Tongyu packing her luggage, she moved over and asked -
"Mom, are we leaving?"
Ling Tongyu looked around and found that almost everything had been packed. She counted the boxes and said, "Yes."
"Oh." Xiaoxi nodded and continued to look down at her storybook. After a while, as if she remembered something, she said again, "What about uncle? Will uncle come with us?"
Ling Tongyu clapped her hands, walked to the bed, pulled the quilt, covered Xiaoxi, and said, "My dear, uncle is not with us. From tomorrow on, you must forget about uncle. He has his own life.
We have ours, you know?"
"Oh." Xiaoxi nodded disappointedly, "Why do you have to forget it? Can't it be the same as now?"
Ling Tongyu shook his head, "No, because it will bring trouble to uncle. He also has to get married and have children, so he can't always play with Xiaoxi."
After hearing this, Xiaoxi suddenly became angry. She threw the storybook in her hand to the ground and shouted, "No! Uncle can't have children, no! Uncle is mine!" I don't know what happened, but Xiaoxi, who has always been sensible, shouted
Suddenly, he was full of domineering feelings towards Han Jifeng.
When Ling Tongyu heard her like this, his face darkened, "Xiaoxi, how could you do this! How could you throw things away? Pick them up!"
"I don't, I don't!" Suddenly, Xiaoxi opened the quilt willfully, jumped out of bed, and ran outside in her pajamas and bare feet. Ling Tongyu slipped away without her noticing.
"Xiaoxi! Stop running!" She hurriedly chased after him.