There was a smile at the corner of Wei Nuan's mouth, full of bitterness.
Courage? Wrong, she does not have courage, she is just cowardly. She does not have the courage to continue facing her mother. She is afraid that it will not be her mother who kills her, but she will kill her mother.
Kitchen knives should still be used for cutting vegetables rather than killing people.
Anyway, Ye Mei will not be alone, and she has her younger brother with her. He is very well-behaved, but a little timid. At first, he would pity her, but after being scolded several times, he avoided her when he saw her.
In fact, at that time, she really hoped that her younger brother would help her. Even if she couldn't persuade her mother, it didn't matter. She just occasionally asked her if it hurt and whether she was suffering.
The two people sometimes talked and sometimes were silent. Before they knew it, it was dawn and they stayed on the roof all night. Ah Li hadn't said so many words for a long, long time.
"It's dawn." Ah Li said.
"Well, it's dawn, darkness will always pass, dawn will always come, and we will be fine in the future." Yu Wenxi stood up and stretched.
She jumped off the roof and saw Feng Qinghan standing there holding her child. Huahua smiled when she saw her and stretched out her hand for her to hug, "Mother."
"Huahua is good." Wei Nuan hugged Huahua.
With a child, Wei Nuan cannot understand what her mother and Ah Li's mother have done. How can they not love their children, and how can they do anything to them? What on earth are they thinking? Wei Nuan feels that she loves her children.
It's too late, there's no way to do that.
Especially when faced with a well-behaved child, no matter what, you can't do it. Let alone your own child. Even if it's an ordinary child, you can't do it at all. Children have the cleanest souls. Even if it's your own child, you can't do it.
One day their souls became dirty, which were stains stained little by little by adults.
"When you have a mother, you don't want a father, you bad boy." Feng Qinghan disdains his son's behavior. Every time he has a mother, he forgets his father, and when he doesn't have a mother, he clings to him tightly.
"Daddy is not soft." Huahua said to Feng Qinghan with her round eyes open.
"Why didn't you dislike it just now?"
"No choice."
These words made Feng Qinghan almost furious. When had he ever been so disliked? He really owed this little ancestor.
Wei Nuan saw the father and son smiling helplessly, "That's enough for you. Han, why do you really care about a child?"
"You don't love me anymore after you have a child. Can't I care about it?"
"Why do I love you?" Wei Nuan felt that Feng Qinghan was being unreasonable.
"Then why do you say you love me?"
"I love you very much!"
When Feng Qinghan heard this, she immediately smiled, "I love you very much, too." Then she hugged Weinuan and walked inside.
Only then did Wei Nuan react and glared at him angrily, "You've really had enough."
"Not enough, how can I love you?"
Huahua opened her eyes wide and looked at Weinuan and Feng Qinghan. She put her hand into her mouth and licked it twice, then leaned on Weinuan's shoulder as if she didn't hear anything.
He couldn't understand, couldn't understand anything.
Ah Li, who was still on the roof, looked at the family of three leaving in the distance, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. This kind of family is called a family, and these kind of parents are called parents. It's light cold and slightly warm. You will be very happy. Take me with you.