These belong to Yanyu, no one can take away except her.

Day after day, year after year.

Yuan Shaojing was waiting, waiting for Li Yanyu to come back one day, even if

It was with a deep hatred for him.

Over the years, Yuan Shaojing always dreamed at night.

I dreamed about the hospital that day.

I dreamed that she fell into her arms after being shot. Compared with her numb expression, his panic and despair were free.

In those years, relying on her love for herself, he never gave her a good face.

Just like she is sure that no matter what she is, she will not leave.

uncle.

Yuan Shaojing closed his eyes.

She stood in her memory.

The sunlight as thin as a cicada's wings enveloped the mist and rain, with thin wrists and thin ankles, fair and beautiful.

But in a blink of an eye, she was lying in her arms covered in blood again.

Uncle, don't die, I'm the only one with you.

She used to wake him up when he was most desperate and helpless. Yanyu hugged him, and her voice trembled and awakened him over and over again.

Silly girl.

If he had been allowed to die at that time, wouldn’t everything that happened later would have reborn?

Lin Hanxing didn't know what Yuan Shaojing was thinking.

She just took out a photo of some years from a kraft paper bag.

That was Aunt Mian when she was young.

In the black and white photos, she is wearing a cheongsam, with a thin waist and a refreshing look at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

At that time, Li Yanyu obviously didn't know that there was a camera aiming at her.

The fragility and loneliness that appear in the eyes easily appear from the camera.

Lin Hanxing's hand gently stroked the black and white photo.

Doing this can wipe away the pain of Mian Aunt at that time.

This clearly records all industries left by mist and rain in Malaysia.

Yuan Shaojing spoke in a deep voice.

What does Mr. Yuan mean?

Lin Hanxing looked up, with a cold and distant look in his eyes.

After being looked at by Lin Hanxing's eyes, Yuan Shaojing couldn't speak for a while.

It is worthy of being a person trained by Yanyu himself.

Many times, when seeing her, Yuan Shaojing felt as if he had seen Li Yanyu.

Looking at her deeply, Yuan Shaojing finally spoke again for a while.

Now, these are all yours.

Outside a door.

Yuan Susu's eyes swept through every part of the hotel room and finally fell back to Cheng Lingyun.

Mom, didn't expect it?

Yuan Susu slowly sat down opposite her and returned the long tuck that blocked the scar along the way behind her ears.

The scar that stretched from the eyebrow bone to the chin was exposed without any concealment.

I can still sit in front of you.

Yuan Susu said while pouring herself a glass of water and started drinking.

When I raised my wrist, I showed signs of my hands being tied to the hospital bed and being unable to move, and it was red, swollen and ugly.

Talk to you.

At this time, Yuan Susu did not have the first ladylike appearance of a noble family?

The rich resentment in her eyes was like a scar on her body, and it was directly presented to Cheng Lingyun's eyes.

Did Lin Xiaojiu tell you something? Su Su, you are my daughter, how could I harm you?

When Cheng Lingyun said this, perhaps Yuan Susu's eyes were too terrifying, which made her forehead sweat fall.

Your current situation is not suitable for discharge from the hospital, and your wound has not healed yet!

After saying this awkwardly, she didn't dare to look at Yuan Susu's face again.

After all, the scar was caused by itself.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Susu seemed to be smiling and showed mockery on her face.

Does she really think she is a three-year-old?
Chapter completed!