"Self-killing?" Cheng Qin was shocked, "You mean she will... commit suicide..."
"It's just a possibility. Just in case, it's better to ask my aunt not to let her leave her sight."
Cheng Qin looked as if he had aged several years in an instant. After a long time, he said haggardly and sadly, "I understand, Mr. Luo."
"I have one more thing to ask you -"
"Master Luo, just ask."
"Don't call me Mr. Luo again in the future, okay? You can just call me by my first name, Si Luo, or A Luo. After all, I am a junior in front of you. Such a title is too unfamiliar...
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After a brief moment of surprise, Cheng Qin's eyes quickly turned into joy, "Okay, Mr. Luo, no, A Luo!"
Yesuluo nodded, turned around and left amidst Cheng Qin's slight astonishment.
(There will be a big reversal in the next plot. Yesi Luo's "wild | beast" nature will soon be "revealed". How will he hurt Cheng Liuli, and what kind of counterattack will Liuli make?)
Cheng Qin walked into the room and looked at Cheng Liuli, who had become emaciated and emaciated in just a few days, and felt a burst of sadness in his heart.
I took out a hot towel from the bathroom and carefully wiped the skin on my daughter's face. Then I took a comb and combed the long, shiny black hair.
"Daughter," she said with a choked voice as she slowly combed her hair, "Mom knows that you have been very close to Master Allen since you were a child. However, people cannot be resurrected after death. Master Allen knows well and would never want to see you like this.
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"A person's life is not long or short. Nothing can be so smooth sailing in a few decades. Mom often tells you that you have to look forward in everything. Sometimes, you have to step forward.
There is a vast ocean ahead."
Cheng's mother tried her best to comfort her daughter, but the result was half the effort and Cheng Liuli still had no response.
"Would you like some water? Your lips are so dry that they're about to burst..."
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"Li Li, look, Master Luo has sent people to bring so many delicious foods. If you want to eat something, mom will feed you..."
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"Li Li, what do you say? You don't eat, drink, speak, or move like this. Mom feels uncomfortable when she sees you, Li Li..."
Cheng Qin pulled Cheng Liuli, who was half-siting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, with a dull look on her hands. She was so sad that she almost couldn't breathe. She thought about her lively and laughing beloved who was chattering around her a while ago.
My daughter suddenly turned into such a clay and wood sculpture. Her heart felt like being run over by a giant. A sharp pain hit her. She covered her chest with her hands and coughed violently and uncontrollably.
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She coughed so hard that her chest was like a bellows undulating violently, and tears kept flowing down her face.
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Suddenly, a delicate hand stretched out to wipe away the tears rolling down her face, and an almost inaudible hoarse voice sounded in her ears, "Stop crying..."
The other pink fist was gently clenched and gently hammered her back.
Cheng Qin was surprised and happy, and even her cough felt much relieved.
She held Cheng Liuli's cold little hands and said, "Liuli," Cheng Qin said hurriedly before she could even out her unsmooth breathing, "Are you finally willing to speak?"