She must not let them get married, never, Pei Mochen is hers.
"Sister, let's help dad blow out the candles."
Cheng Ningyou nodded, and the two of them blew out fifty candles in one breath.
Cheng Ning's worried eyes did not dare to look at the name on the tombstone. She frowned, her lips trembled slightly, and her tears never stopped.
At this moment, she wanted to say something to them, but she didn't know what to say. How could she forget them? They were the ones who gave birth to her and raised her.
"Sister, eat cake."
Zhang Jingyou cut four pieces of cake, took one for herself, placed two pieces in front of the tombstone, and gave one piece to Cheng Ningyou.
"We, a family of four, haven't sat together and eaten cake for a long time."
When she said this, her heart felt as if it had been cut by a sharp knife, and it hurt so much that she couldn't breathe. For so many years, she hadn't touched a birthday cake again.
Birthdays are a nightmare for her. She will never forget the news of her parents' death on her thirteenth birthday.
"It's so sweet. I haven't had cake in five years."
Zhang Jingyou shed tears while eating, and every bite she took was filled with hatred.
Her words pierced Cheng Ning's worried heart like a needle.
Although she knew that Zhang Jingyou deliberately used these words to irritate her, so what? She should blame herself and not feel better.
"I'm sorry." Those three words were the same, because besides these three words, she didn't know what else to say.
Zhang Jingyou looked at the tombstone and ignored Cheng Ningyou.
She lay down, hugged the tombstone, and cried, asking, "Dad, Mom, why don't you talk to me today? You said I lost weight last time, so why are you ignoring me today?"
"Is it because I didn't bring you any meat today?" As she said this, she lowered her head and rummaged through her bag, and suddenly pulled out a small knife.
She raised the knife with a smile, and the knife sparkled, "It doesn't matter, I have meat."
Cheng Ningyou looked at Zhang Jingyou's behavior in horror. She was a little abnormal. What was she going to do?
Zhang Jingyou raised her arm and slapped her arm with a knife. The smile on her face was very charming.
"Mom and dad, don't be angry, I'm here to accompany you."
Cheng Ningyou reached out and held her hand, "No, Jingyou."
"Sister, I miss my parents. I want to accompany them." Zhang Jingyou had no tears in her eyes at this time, and her eyes were very empty.
"Let me go. They come out to talk to me every time I come here. They must be angry today."
Zhang Jing stood up anxiously, and Cheng Ning was pushed to the ground by her.
Without even looking at her, she took the knife and slashed her wrist.
Bright red blood flowed from the hole on her wrist, "Mom, Dad, aren't you talking to me?"
Cheng Ningyou stood up and hugged Zhang Jingyou, "Don't do stupid things. It's my sister's fault. I'm sorry for you and my parents."
"I beg you, please let me do less evil."
He snatched the knife from her hand, then held her wrist with one hand, and glanced apologetically at her parents' tombstone.
Dragging Zhang Jingyou towards the entrance of the cemetery.
Blood flowed from her arms to her hands and dripped to the ground.
"Let me go, let me go, I hate you, I hate you, let me go."
Zhang Jingyou desperately tried to break away from Cheng Ningyou's hand and pushed her hard.
How could Cheng Ning worry about letting go? As long as she didn't let go, she wouldn't be able to get away because she wasn't as strong as she was.
