The adoptive mother once told her in crooked handwriting that when she first picked up Yang Mufan, he was so thin that his whole body was covered with pus, and he almost died.
She couldn't imagine what Yang Mufan had gone through at that time. She only knew that she was very sad and felt sorry for him. She couldn't help but want to hug him, and then use her small body and weak body temperature to warm him.
Hold him, warm him, and heal the wounds in his heart little by little.
Mu Wanqing bit her lip and stood there for who knows how long. Then she walked lightly to Yang Mufan, knelt down and knelt beside him, pushed him gently, and called out softly: "Mufan...you
Wake up and come home with me, okay?! Mu Fan..."
However, Yang Mufan was too drunk to wake up, and it was even more unrealistic for Mu Wanqing to carry him back.
In the end, Mu Wanqing had no choice but to sit on the damp ground full of smelly water, holding an umbrella in one hand and letting him rest on her lap.
Looking at his face, which had become thinner in just three days, full of fatigue and decadence, she felt her eyes sting and her vision blurred.
There was hot liquid overflowing from the eye sockets.
Mu Wanqing begged in a low voice:
"Mu Fan, can you promise me to cheer up?! Can you not give up on yourself, don't get sick, and don't drink?!"
"Mu Fan, as long as you eat well, sleep well, and work well, I can promise you anything. If you feel that my appearance is an eyesore for you and makes you particularly unhappy and troubled, I can promise you anything."
I will never appear again to make you angry or make you angry. I can hide myself, hide myself, and completely disappear from your world. As long as you are good..."
"Mu Fan, can you hear what I'm saying?! I'm saying: Yang Mu Fan, why do I, Mu Wanqing, love you so much in my life...I can't let you go, I can't let you go, even though I know you can't
The poison you touch is the fire you cannot touch. I still can't let you go, and I still throw myself at you risklessly."
"Yang Mufan, God may have taken away many things from you in this life, but... I, Mu Wanqing, live for you."
"Mu Fan, Mu Fan, Mu Fan..."
Mu Wanqing no longer knew how many times she had shouted his name hysterically in the twelve years she had known him. She only knew that every time she shouted his name, there was a bloody hole in her heart.
Twelve years later, her heart was already riddled with holes.
At three o'clock in the morning, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the colder wind was howling.
Perhaps because of the cold, Yang Mufan started to tremble all over.
Mu Wanqing hurriedly leaned forward to hug him, and admired Fanqiu Fan's strong and powerful arms, which were like vines, tightly wrapped around her body. They were so strong that they seemed to want to strangle her into his bones and blood.
Then, with his hoarse and magnetic voice, he murmured in a low voice, shouting over and over again: "Little Sun, Little Sun, Little Sun..."
Mu Wanqing heard his cry, and the tears she finally held back were like floods that burst a dam, rushing fiercely. She cried so hard that she couldn't help but reply in a unclear voice from her throat: "Little Sun,
it's here……"
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When reading this book, you must be calm. Feifei promises everyone that the heroine will definitely counterattack. In fact, Feifei stayed up all night and wrote 6,000 words today. I feel so sorry for the male protagonist! %>_<%! Please bookmark, leave a message, and recommend! Read it
