“…It was snowing very hard that day, it was very dark and cold.”

"My wife held my hand, and the last sentence she left before her death was to thank the little girl."

"That little girl put the little bell that had not been cut even with her umbilical cord into my arms."

"She is the strongest and kind child I have ever met."

"In recent years, I have left this sad place with Xiao Lingling and chose to live abroad. I didn't expect that this matter would be brought up again and even used ten years later."

After the man finished speaking, he turned to look at Jiang Nuan, full of gratitude and apology, "The little girl who saved my son has a conspicuous birthmark on her right cheek."

"She and Xiao Lingling are good friends. Every year Xiao Lingling celebrates her birthday, she will receive gifts from her."

"She is Jiang Nuan, she is the benefactor who saved my son, not a murderer."

The whole audience fell into death-like silence.

Everyone was stunned and silent.

The young girl, who was a little soft-hearted, covered her face and cried out loud.

"Are we... wrong people?"

"Jiang Nuan didn't knock down the pregnant woman, nor did she refuse to save her. It was she who saved the person..."

The man who just spoke out to criticize Jiang Nuan had a blue and white face.

Especially the female reporter, she shrank and almost felt ashamed.

He cursed Jiang Nuan on Weibo, and at this moment, he collectively became silent with a stiff expression.

"The so-called "witness" on Weibo is the real murderer? Otherwise, how could she be so clear about the process of the incident?"

"Yes, she deliberately broke up this incident to destroy Jiang Nuan. She has a grudge against Jiang Nuan. The real murderer is simply disgraceful and so vicious!"

"Who is that person? Find it out and you must send her to prison to atone for her sins!"

Xiao Lingling pulled Jiang Nuan's sleeves and raised her head to ask, "Sister Nuannuan, you said my mom was taken to heaven by an angel. How can I see my mom?"

The childish voice dimmed, "The classmates all have mommies, but I don't have them. I want to go to heaven to bring her back..."

Jiang Nuan bent over, caressed the child's cheek lovingly, and looked up at a corner behind the crowd.

She smiled slightly, her eyes cold, "Little Lingdang, you go forward and meet an uncle who saw you and did not give way, and stop."

"You go and ask him who took your mommy away. If he doesn't say it, you ask him why for so many years, you only have no mommy. If he still doesn't say it, you ask him again, it's too cold to snow. Mommy is so cold in heaven..."

Xiao Lingling wrote down carefully, walked her short legs and happily ran forward in the direction that Jiang Nuan pointed.

People on the roadside saw the childish and cute child running over with anticipation and made way from afar.

Everyone's eyes followed his footsteps, watching the little boy run through it, and everyone let him go until he reached the end of the road, and was blocked by a pair of legs in black boots.

Among all, only the owner of the legs was stiff and without letting go.

Little bell pounced on happily, hugging the pair of boots that looked very strong at first sight, as well as military-green pants, with a breath and color that makes people admire and feel at ease.
Chapter completed!