"Go to sleep!" Feng Hao gently stroked her back and pulled the quilt up to cover her body.
"I'm sleeping, are you going to leave?" She hugged his waist tightly, thinking about being together like before, without any scruples, "Hao, please solve it quickly! Be careful! I'm sleeping.
Once you are done, leave again!"
"Okay! Go to sleep! I'll stay with you!"
The bedroom became quiet, and after a while, Xia Yucheng mumbled in a daze: "Actually, I don't really understand completely, I just want to help our baby gain some virtue."
Feng Hao patted her back, his expression calm.
He felt the woman in his arms breathing gradually become evener, and her body lay softly on top of him, knowing that she had fallen asleep.
After holding her and sleeping for a while, he reluctantly and carefully released her and let her lie peacefully on the pillow.
"Wait for me!" He touched her soft cheek lovingly and smiled softly.
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On the outskirts of Kyoto, in the ancestral tomb of the Feng family, the tombstones are neatly arranged, and the tall cedars covered with white snow stand tall and straight, bathed in the cold moonlight and caught in Feng Hao's deep gaze.
The solemn and orderly cemetery is the symbol and symbol of the Feng family, which has a strict hierarchy.
The cherry blossom trees planted around will bloom brilliantly every spring. The short flowering season and the desolation after the beauty reflect the scars and painful memories that the years have brought to a family.
Feng Hao cannot deny that the Feng family has killed too many people in the past generations. The excessive bloodshed has become a curse, imprisoning the lives of every generation of the Feng family head.
No man in the Feng family lived past the age of forty. Those ancestors, including his grandfather, father, and uncle, all died young.
Feng Hao walked slowly through the cemetery, browsing the tombstones of his ancestors with awe-inspiring eyes.
They used their short lives to create a family's glory and strong cohesion.
They are never afraid of death, just like the cherry blossoms blooming in spring, after they have bloomed to their fullest, they step forward to die without hesitation.
The cemeteries here are all double burials, without exception. Even next to the grave of uncle Feng He, there is a cavity specially left for his beloved woman.
Feng Hao stopped in front of Feng He's tombstone. He slowly squatted down and brushed off the white snow on it with his palm, revealing Feng He's name.
He knew that the main reason why his uncle founded GS was to break that curse.
Moreover, in modern society, civilized ideas have replaced violence and bloodshed.
"Uncle, I know she loves you very much and has always wanted to get a status. Now she will do whatever it takes to get this empty status, so I can only promise not to harm her family."
Feng Hao's mind flashed with Feng He's handsome face, his deep amber eyes filled with cold moisture, and a glint of cold light shining in his eyes.
What needs to be ended will eventually be ended, even if his hands must be stained with blood again.
At forty years old, can ET52 still allow him to live to thirty-nine?
He touched the handwriting with his long and vigorous fingertips, and the sadness welling up in his heart was replaced by another emotion, that emotion was born of Xia Yucheng, with pain and sweetness.
The moonlight pours down like water, covering the entire cemetery, cold, solemn, desolate, and lonely...