Chapter 239 Wanting revenge

It was only after making this movement that Feng Yin realized that she wanted to jump into her father's arms, how could she have such a reaction?
She cautiously poked her head out of her mother's arms and peeked at her father.

Coincidentally, he met the eyes of the smiling father.

As if he had known for a long time that his daughter would look at her secretly, the man's eyes were full of kindness.

Feng Yin only felt that her little face was hot, not to mention shy.

Before she could react, her father's big hand was already under her armpit, and the next moment a hearty voice sounded: "Hahaha... My dear girl, Daddy is hugging you."

Immediately afterwards, father's fingers scratched lightly, and his armpits were itchy.

Feng Yin was so itchy that she wanted to laugh: "...giggle..."

"Feng Yin?"

A familiar voice came from beside her ear, Feng Yin opened her eyes and looked to her side.

On the bed was the man's slight pat.

Feng Yin blinked her eyes, her body also moved, and a man's voice sounded at the right time: "What dream did you have, smiling so happily?"

"call--"

Listening to Zhang Yiming's curious inquiry, Feng Yin exhaled lightly, with a sense of loss in her tone: "I dreamed of the time I spent with my parents when I was a child."

Zhang Yiming's hand patting her body paused slightly, and then resumed the original rhythm: "It must have been a very happy and happy time."

"Ah."

Feng Yin responded softly, "My parents are extremely beautiful, and they are also very kind. They hold, pamper, and love my girl like a pearl like a treasure."

……

The main room was quiet for a long time.

Even Zhang Yiming didn't know how to comfort the woman around him at this moment.

He could appreciate that the happier she had been as a child, the more unbearable what had happened to her later.

The man moved his body and reached out to hug her together with the quilt into his arms.

The big hand caressed her back and accompanied her silently, making her feel better.

Feng Yin nestled in the man's arms that were not generous, but she unconsciously remembered the generous and comfortable arms of her childhood in her mind, and the corners of her eyes were wet at some point.

"I want revenge."

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Yin suppressed the tears in her eyes, and said these four words firmly.

The voice floated out from the man's arms, muffled but with an imposing manner that could not be refuted.

Zhang Yiming's hand stroking her back paused for a moment before he said in a low voice, "Then you have to find the person who brought you out to find out what happened back then."

"They shouldn't be far from us."

Feng Yin raised her head from his arms, her voice was still very low, "Where do you think is the best place to hide and not far from us?"

Zhang Yiming lowered his head, and his lips fell on her forehead inadvertently.

Both of them froze, and then the man walked away from her forehead as if nothing had happened, and said in a low voice, "It would be nice to help me around tomorrow."

Feng Yin was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood his intention.

She nodded vigorously: "Okay, with your injury, it's time to move slowly."

It's March and the weather is getting a little warmer.

There were green fluffy weeds in the fields, and they looked much more vigorous than when the two first came here.

Feng Yin was wearing a jacket that was one size thinner and supported Zhang Yiming, walking slowly in the field.

Behind him is Shidan, who is pushing a wheelchair and following far away.

In order to avoid being unable to go out to breathe, Zhang Yiming specially drew this, and asked his eldest son to help him make it when he was resting.

Being pushed out of the village, Zhang Yiming said he wanted to walk by himself, so Feng Yin asked Dungdan, who got up to help with the work, to help watch.

She helped the man walk on the mountain path.

(End of this chapter)

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