I don't want them to recognize Xiaokui and spread her secret.
He won't kill them, but he can still make them never come back and prevent them from knowing Xiaokui's existence.
Xiang Xiaokui was very moved after hearing this.
Anson was really good to her, and after living with him for a while, she realized that he was a very good man.
He is attentive, considerate, gentle and tolerant.
He would think of anything she hadn't thought of and would help her do it in advance.
Living with him, she felt that her ability to live was declining. That was because he did everything well and didn't need her to worry too much.
One day, he took her to the cemetery.
Only then did she realize that that day was the anniversary of her parents' death, and he took things to heart that she had forgotten.
Hearing him calling her parents to her parents' graves, Xiang Xiaokui burst into tears.
This is the first time in so many years that she has cried unbridledly...
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[The story of Jun Chen and Xiao Kui is over, and everything that needs to be explained should be explained. I originally planned not to write about them after finishing them, but many readers hope that I will write about Jun Ai and Jun Qi. In chronological order, I will write about Jun first.
Love it, if you like it, you can continue to read it, thank you all. The story behind will not be complicated~]
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This is a famous university in London, Royal College.
This school has two most famous majors, one is music and the other is art.
Everyone who graduates from this school is a talent that the society is competing for.
There have been many musicians and artists here.
People who can go to this school either have very extraordinary status or have great talents.
Night falls.
Bright lights lit up in the school dance hall.
A beautiful oriental girl has just been transferred to the school. She is so beautiful that everyone likes her.
So a group of men and women decided to hold a welcome dance for her.
Different from the luxury, brilliance and hustle and bustle in the ballroom, the garden outside the ball looked deserted and gloomy.
A thin boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with old and white clothes, was sitting in the garden, playing the violin over and over again.
The sound of the violin could not cover up the sound of music coming from the ballroom.
The boy stopped and looked in the direction of the ballroom, with a flash of envy in his eyes.
He is not qualified to participate in such a dance...
"Hey, Tang En, I knew you were here." At this time, a tall oriental boy came over.
Tang En stood up and said, "Lewis, what do you want from me?"
Lewis hugged his thin shoulders and said, "I want you to go to the prom with me. Everyone in our grade went, but you didn't go."
Tang En lowered his eyes slightly, "I won't go. You know I like peace and quiet."
"Stop coming! Are you worried that people will exclude you? But if you don't contact them, how will they know how good you are?"
Lewis spoke carelessly, basically saying what he thought.
Tang En's expression remained unchanged, "I really don't want to go, you go."
Lewis seduced him, "I heard that a beautiful little beauty is here. She is also from China. We are fellow villagers after all. It would be untrue if we don't go."
"I still have something to do, so I really won't go." Tang En's attitude was firm.
He would never humiliate himself.
"You really don't want to go?" Lewis stared at him, as if he wanted to see through him.