Back then, he had nothing but her.
He didn’t know what to do?
She cried like that in front of him, and he couldn’t even lift his hand to wipe her tears.
He could only pick up the pen and sign.
Fu Xiyao listened to his painful murmurs and felt that every breath she took hurt because of him. No matter if it was in her past life or this life, she had missed him for many years.
“Divorce Gu Yelin, okay?”
Ling limu held her little hand tightly, and his low voice sounded a little weak as he begged, “Divorce gu yelin. Yaoyao, follow me, okay?”
Yaoyao, Follow Me, okay?
He wanted her to follow him.
Fu Xiyao’s fair eyes slowly turned red, and her heart was already in a mess. The voices of the whole world were whispering in her ears -- promise him, promise him.
Promise him, Little Dou was his son to begin with.
Promise him, in the future, when he was tired and tired, he would lean on his straight shoulders and let him hug him..
