No wonder, Ning Xiaotong once told herself that after experiencing the bloody scene in Paris, France, she would always have terrible nightmares for a while.
Yes, that was a disregard for life. Luo Qian felt that the scene just now made her feel sick.
The food she had eaten for lunch began to surge in her stomach, and Luo Qian's face gradually turned pale. Finally, she couldn't help but leaned over and vomited out all the food she had eaten.
Song Gang hurriedly walked to Luo Qian and patted Luo Qian on the back. After a long time, Luo Qian regained her composure.
He asked weakly, "Why do you always solve problems in this cruelest way?"
"Don't you know, in the eyes of ordinary people like us, we simply cannot accept those bloody things? A life that was alive one moment, turns into a cold corpse the next second."
"Why can't you each take a step back and give each other a way to survive? You have to do it so desperately." After saying that, he fainted in Song Gang's arms.
Song Gang stared blankly at Luo Qian who fell in his arms. Yes, Luo Qian is right. Those of us who have lived on the edge of a knife will never let go once we find our own sunshine.
Huangfu Lin was like this, and so was he.
Ning Xiaotong was the sunshine in Huangfu Lin's heart, but the process was too complicated.
And what about his sunshine? Is it Luo Qian?
He was stunned, with a touch of sadness passing through his heart.
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As soon as Ma Zhao and Mrs. Tang saw the figure standing outside the door, they immediately stepped back knowingly.
Half of his handsome face was buried in the shadows of the corridor, and the expression in his eyes could not be clearly seen. I just felt that the gaze looking at Ning Xiaotong was particularly bright.
He walked slowly and sat down by the bed. His originally elegant figure was now enveloped in a layer of loneliness.
Ning Xiaotong seemed to have not seen this person, muttering to herself while holding the doll in her hand.
"Nanny, be good and sleep. Mom will make you something to eat when you wake up later."
Seeing Ning Xiaotong immersed in the weaving illusion, Huangfu Lin felt boundless pain in his heart.
Nannan, she is also her own child.
But as a father, he couldn't even find his own child.
He suddenly grabbed Ning Xiaotong into his arms, and the force was so shocking that it caused Ning Xiaotong in his arms to struggle desperately.
"Let me go, you're hurting my daughter." Ning Xiaotong protected the doll in her arms with one hand, and pushed Huangfu Lin hard with the other.
He buried his head in Ning Xiaotong's shoulder, deeply smelling the scent of sunshine on Ning Xiaotong's body, and remained motionless.
Ning Xiaotong's struggle became more and more fierce.
The hand holding her waist became tighter and tighter, and Ning Xiaotong even thought that her waist was about to break.
Suddenly, Huangfu Lin let go of Ning Xiaotong's hand, and Ning Xiaotong immediately breathed in the fresh air.
But his eyes didn't even fall on Huangfu Lin.
His eyes turned slightly, and disappointment flashed past.
Looking at the person in front of him blankly, Huangfu Lin murmured, "Xiaotong, I really don't want to let go, what should I do with you?"
But he saw that the person in front of him, with his black hair, showed no reaction at all.
"Xiaotong, will you really be happy if I let you go?"
Holding Ning Xiaotong's hand, it was cold. Huangfu Lin frowned, but in the blink of an eye, his hand was empty.
Ning Xiaotong had already withdrawn her hand, hugging the doll in her arms, and stared at Huangfu Lin warily, "Nanny is mine, I will not give her to you."