In the quiet cemetery, Gong Xiaoqiao wore a black umbrella and wore a bright red dress, which was a bit strange.

"Mom... Xiao Qiao is not good today?" She crouched down, her face on the cold tombstone, and her look was gentle.

I didn’t want to, but as soon as I relaxed, my tears couldn’t help but start falling down.

She buried her head in annoyance, her shoulders shaking, "Hey, what's going on... obviously don't want to cry!"

"But, Mom, Xiao Qiao is so sad, so sad..."

"All the people are bullying me... I hate... hate..."

She instinctively stroked the photo of her mother on the tombstone. "Mom, I really want you to hug me, I want to hear you say a few words, hit me, but I can't..."

"I'm sorry, sorry... why did I say that to you that day! Let you leave with such sadness..."

Four years ago, she madly pushed the mother who caught up and yelled at her.

You have never raised me, what is the right to control me!

That was the last sentence she regretted in her life, and she regretted it.

Gong Xiaoqiao held his fist and died. "I never hated you. I know your hardships. I believe what you said. I always understand that you love Xiao Qiao. Oh, you just can't ask Xiao Qiao... ..."

She looked up and tried to stop her tears. "You all love me, but you can't ask me..."

"Don't want me..." She cried and leaned against the tombstone, her body trembled and choked, and from time to time she made a strong cough.

Not far away, a pair of muddy shoes were hidden in the withered blades of grass, and the rain wet his shoulders.

After a long, long time, Gong Xiaoqiao still kept the posture and did not move. He only walked forward worriedly, only to find that she closed her eyes and fell asleep tiredly.

"Stupid girl, why do people want to be so distressed..." Gu Xing carefully took her into her arms.

A love can't be done, and his heart is like a knife.

Her hair still has the smell of hospital syrup, and she has been coughing for a while, and she is definitely sick.

The scar on his face has not faded, and he carefully touched his hand.

The skin of this girl's head has always been very tender. The exaggerated point is that the blown bomb can be broken, and the slight touch will leave traces, let alone the slap.

Why did you get out of control?

When she saw the soft Qin Qin, she was out of control, why did she even have to go out of control!

Gu Xingshen took up her hand and saw her pinholes hanging from the back of her hand, as well as the scars that were made by the nails in her hands, and the wounds on her arms.

Gu line was deep and frowning. He sat down and turned his back to the wind and rain. She placed her in her arms and let her fall asleep in a comfortable posture. Then she took out a keychain with green frogs in her outer pocket. Cartoon shaped nail clippers.

Gu Xing deep holds her tender white hand with baby fat, and she carefully trims her nails with a root. The serious appearance seems to be doing something sacred.

If the blank card is not expired and is still valid, he only wants to forgive.

However, the little girl must hate him now!

Otherwise, how can it disappear without a word, and hang his heart in the air.

Although she was laughing when she saw her, she was always strong, and only here can get a moment to vent.

Only a few days ago, I was so sick, my face was pale, and my chin was thin.

She clearly knows that the best thing she can do to hurt him is to hurt herself.

He leaned close to her lips, paused, and finally moved to the forehead and licked the kiss of water. 2k novel reading network

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