"I will always wait for the day when you truly let go of it in your heart, and when you have more of me in your heart, I will not let you go again, okay?"
Qian Xiaojiu was moved and covered her eyes with her other hand, her palms wet with tears. She choked softly: "Why are you so nice to me...why..."
"Because, I am your husband. Because, I love you, fool." He touched her head, stopped pestering her, let go of her hand, lay down on the other side again, and then fell asleep holding her in his arms.
The passing son gradually fell into sleep.
Qian Xiaojiu couldn't sleep anymore. She turned sideways and looked at the hazy moonlight outside the white window screen.
Do you not cherish it when you have more? People, why is it always like this? But she couldn't let go of the grief, Agrace, Gemma, the church, the fire...the anger and clamor in the subway.
When she closed her eyes, she could see the laughter of those children and Agnes stroking her head, redeeming herself and chanting sutras for her past sins.
Close your eyes and you will see the fire and the crying of the children.
She couldn't let herself go, nor could she let Ye Feihan go.
Ye Feihan, I will definitely kill you, I will.
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"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!" A rapid knock on the door woke up Qian Xiaojiu and He Lianqing, and even Xiao Chengcheng, who was sleeping soundly.
Qian Xiaojiu stood up and sat up, while He Lianqing had already lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!" The hurried knock on the door did not stop. Qian Xiaojiu took Chengcheng, who had been woken up before he fell asleep, into his arms and looked at the sky and time outside the window. It was not dark yet.
It was bright, and the hour hand only pointed to half past four.
In China's coastal cities, the sun always dawns earlier.
Qian Xiaojiu patted Chengcheng's back and coaxed him: "Go to sleep." Chengcheng had not slept well because of jet lag, but now that he was woken up again, Qian Xiaojiu, a mother, also felt a little guilty.
And she had almost no sleep all night, and now her whole mind was groggy.
He Lianqing had already put on a T-shirt and walked to the door. When he opened the door, a body that was almost lying on the door rushed in without warning.
He Lianqing stretched out his hand to help him, so that he wouldn't really fall to the ground. Qian Xiaojiu, who was sitting on the bed, looked at her, Sister Wang?
"Husband, Madam...Sir, I'm sorry...I...I really can't help it..." Sister Wang bowed deeply first. She was so nervous and trembling that she almost didn't dare to look at He Lianqing's frightened expression.
human gaze.
Qian Xiaojiu realized that something must have happened.
Sister Wang is also a calm person. If something had not happened, she would not have done this at all.
Qian Xiaojiu's mind was more than half awake, and she immediately looked at He Lian Qing, who looked unhappy, and said, "A Qing, take Chengcheng to sleep for a while longer, and I'll go take a look."
Helian Qing came back, hugged Heliancheng into his arms, patted his little body, and while coaxing him, he looked at Qian Xiaojiu and asked, "Do you want me to go too?"
Qian Xiaojiu thought for a while and then replied: "No need for the time being. You can rest, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Sister Wang was in the kitchen yesterday when she heard that Madam and Sir had brought back a young master. Moreover, the young man looked only three years old and looked very similar to Mr. Wang.
However, Sister Wang was busy cooking, and after cooking, she helped Miss Anna take care of the children, so she had not had time to meet Qian Xiaojiu. Although she was anxious and curious, they could only be regarded as master and servant until now.