Cheng Qingyun cried out, she was not willing to accept this!
She really couldn't accept this!
This world had too much malice towards her!
"You're the one who's never satisfied, so why blame fate?" Thomas shook his head, and the rain slid down the black umbrella. you have many opportunities to live a life without worry, but you are not satisfied. Your greed has caused you to fall to this point.
Tears welled up in Cheng Qingyun's eyes as she tightly hugged the child's cold tombstone.
Thomas sighed and coughed. Scarlet blood came out of his throat. He endured the discomfort of his body and left the cemetery with an umbrella.
Cheng Qingyun also had lead poisoning and didn't have much time left. Thomas no longer argued with her, and the grievances of more than a decade came to an end with the child's death.
