queen fiancée

Chapter 55 Who Am I? (one)

No.60 Section Five: Who Am I? (one)

Wait, why does it always feel weird here?I'm confused.

Suddenly, seeing him stretch out his hand and push it, the door opened suddenly, and the scene inside was bleak.

what!mourning hall?This is the mourning hall, is there any mistake, why did you bring me to the mourning hall?It's too—it's too dark!The facial muscles began to tremble involuntarily, and he looked at his uncle with a dull gaze, and occasionally stammered nervously, "Uncle...uncle, this...where is this?
Collapsing into the gate, my uncle said with a dark face and a painful expression, "Kneel down"

"Oh"

"Kowtow to your mother."

These words startled me, the beautiful lady is clearly alive and well in the shadows, how could this mourning hall be set up for her?Surprised Yu hurriedly knelt down and looked up at Uncle, "Uncle, isn't Mother well at home now? Why are you setting up this mourning hall for her here?"

"No, she's not your own mother, but the one here is your mother, she's already dead." A burst of heart-piercing anger made him look even more terrifying right now, his bright eyes were full of tears. Bloodshot, I don't know what kind of mood he was in to say these words, and at the same time, he made himself even more confused.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands reached out to me, and tightly wrapped my arms around me, "Uncle, Uncle, I can hardly breathe. Cough cough..."

The subtle atmosphere caught me off guard, and I didn't understand the old man's strange behavior. Although he didn't feel disgusted, it was very contradictory.

The big hands that hugged me tightly did not relax because of my shouting, and then a hot drop of water flowed down from my forehead——I knew that it was tears, the tears of this old man on my head, and I didn’t even know why he would So excited, I only knew that I was like an idiot, letting him hug me like this, protecting him like a lost and recovered rare treasure in my arms, unwilling to let go.

"Son, do you know that I am not your uncle, but your biological father?"
boom----

Words, so clearly flashed by my ears, I thought, the sky is about to step down, really step down, who am I?Who is my father?Why am I here again?what----

"As a father, I don't want you and my father and daughter to meet again but can't recognize the pain, do you know?" The hoarse voice flowed in and out, and it was more about seeing the other side of the sea, that ray of dawn, the only hope , then, will the sun rise for him tomorrow?

How could she become his daughter if she clearly had a surname? Then who is the father in the family?How did this ancient person's recognition of relatives appear on me like this!

(End of this chapter)