He had never let her not worry for a day, Yingluo.
He was sorry to his father.
He didn't remember any of the life principles his father had taught him.
He was disappointed.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry, my sister.
In the blink of an eye, she was already six months pregnant, yet she was still here with him, watching over him, feeling sad and sad for him.
in the end, yingluo even let xiao yezi down.
He was useless and could no longer sustain his life. He was the one who let her down, from a young age to an adult. He was the one who had let down the child in her stomach, Yingluo. Perhaps he really wasn't worthy of being a father.
Perhaps, he would have to pay with his life for everything he had done.
Perhaps, he would really go to hell.
Finally ...
That moment still came.
