"Shao'an, you go down first." The only person who answered him was Han Xuze's still cold voice.
After hesitating for a while, Xiao Shao'an went down. When he reached the door, he raised his head and said to Zhan Zhiyuan: "Dad, what should I do? Que Luo and Uncle Han don't eat? They don't eat or drink.
Oh my god..."
"Okay, let's go down first." Zhan Zhiyuan touched his head and led him away.
After a while, there was thunder outside, and then raindrops hit the tiled roof. Xiaoqueluo raised her arm stiffly, glanced at Han Xuze, pursed her lips, and stopped talking, saying nothing.
Her stomach growled. Little Queluo lowered her head, bit her lower lip, looked at Han Xuze, and tentatively shouted: "Daddy..."
Glancing at him, Han Xuze seemed to be looking at an insignificant stranger and did not respond.
"Daddy, if you don't eat or drink like this... your health will be bad." Xiaoqueluo tried to stand up and pull Han Xuze, but found that she had no feeling in her legs and feet and could not stand up.
Not daring to tell Han Xuze, he pursed his lips and said, "If dad does this... mom will also be unhappy."
Looking directly at Xiaoqueluo, Han Xuze moved his body, looked at him with eyes as cold as ice and snow, and suddenly said: "It would be better if I didn't save you."
If he hadn't saved you, Shi'er wouldn't have done anything against fate while holding the body. If he hadn't saved you, he would still be able to see Shi'er, and he could still see the face that makes him yearn for it.
Hearing Han Xuze say these words, Xiaoqueluo felt that his empty heart suddenly ached. He looked at Han Xuze with innocent eyes, still thinking about whether those words came from his father.
.His biological father.
"You can just die now." Glancing at him coldly, Han Xuze suddenly seemed to have made a major decision. He opened the coffin, revealing a body with corpse spots inside.
Although the bodies of ancient and later generations decayed relatively slowly, they still had a smell. Han Xuze didn't care about this. He picked up Mo Shier, turned around and walked outside.
When Han Queluo saw this, she was so frightened that she wanted to stand up immediately. But he knelt for too long, and as soon as he stood up, he fell to the ground exhausted. Han Xuze walked into the continuous rain with Mo Shier in his arms.
, and never looked back.
At this time, Zhan Zhiyuan, who was turning back, saw this scene and immediately stopped Han Xuze. He couldn't understand and couldn't help but shouted coldly: "Xuze, what are you doing? Shi'er is dead!"
"She is not dead. She is still alive. As long as Queluo dies, either Xiaoluan will be resurrected, or Shi'er will be resurrected... No matter what, I will resurrect Shi'er."
"Xu Ze, you are crazy!" Zhan Zhiyuan held his hand, "No matter what, Queluo is your child!"
"This kind of child who makes his mother lose her life should just die." After saying that, he shook off Zhan Zhiyuan's hand and walked towards the opposite room.
Behind him, little Queluo stood up after finally beating his numb legs. Han Xuze's words were like a stone full of needle pricks weighing on his heart.
This kind of child should just die.
Zhan Zhiyuan didn't expect that Xiao Queluo would catch up and hear these words. He was a little embarrassed for a moment and didn't know how to explain: "Queluo, your father..."
"Que Luo, I know." He forced a smile, his eyes were hot, mixed with the rain, "A child like me should just die."
