"Uh..." Beimo Qianye was stunned, looking at the mysterious light chain on his wrist, a sly smile flashed in his eyes.
"Sister, you still feel sorry for me, right?"
Lan Shengxue glanced at him, "I can only feel sorry for one person."
"Who?" In an instant, Beimo Qianye's voice became a little cold.
Lan Shengxue raised an eyebrow, "Beimo Qianye, what is your... reaction?"
"Uh, haha, I'm just curious." He smiled, then got into the blanket beside him and shrank up.
The sun was shining brightly outside the car and the air was clear. The carriage was driving all the way. Although the journey was far away, he enjoyed the trip so much that he had a high fever. In his dream, he kept thinking and reading about it. He knew that something had happened before.
What happened can never be undone. It will become an indelible painful memory in his heart and will never be eliminated...
The sudden silence made Lan Shengxue even more curious about Beimo Qianye. Beimo Qianye had been acting strange in the past two days. She didn't know what was strange about him. She just felt that his aura was not quite right. He was sometimes happy and sometimes sad.
, and more of them are silent.
It is completely unlike the innocent happiness that a seven-year-old child should have. Instead, it is filled with an aura of sadness all the time.
"Sister..." He wrapped himself in a blanket, huddled his head in the blanket, and called out in a low voice.
Lan Shengxue hummed, and Beimo Qianye said nothing again.
She just glanced at him, shook her head, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.
Beimo Qianye hid in the blanket, his eyes were a little moist, and his exposed hand felt cold, but he didn't care at all.
Sister... He closed his eyes slightly, and a drop of crystal tears suddenly fell from the corner of his eyes. The past that had happened was lingering in his mind. He became obsessed with it in the dark night and drank the wrong blood. He went to the woods and almost fell asleep.
When he met her by chance and saw her appearance, his mind, which was originally unconscious, began to become shocked. In his heart, there was always a sad past and some unspeakable pain, as well as indescribable pain.
Forgotten people.
Her appearance is very similar to his sister, really very similar, but she doesn't remember him. He still doesn't know, is she his sister?
I can never forget that when I was twelve years old, an enemy entered the northern Xinjiang. My adoptive father could not resist, and his soul returned to the ninth heaven. On that day, there was a war in the northern Xinjiang, and there were countless casualties. Since he was sent to the northern Xinjiang by his mother at the age of three, he has never forgotten it.
He has always had a sister who is one year older than him and is taking care of him.
His strength was not too low at that time, but he could not beat four hands with two fists. That day, in order to save him, his sister lured away an unknown enemy and finally disappeared without a trace.
After he solved a group of people and went back to find his sister, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life...
Three people, just like that, defiled a woman. At that time, he only remembered their sinister laughter, and his eyes were filled with blood. He was blinded by hatred. At that time, he was like a
The little devil kills without blinking an eye.
Blood spattered everywhere, and finally he watched his dearest and dearest sister die in front of him. She said: No matter what happens, don't hurt yourself.
These words were the last words he heard from the flower-like woman.