Ning Qing's father's eyes were also wet.
The man knelt on the ground, holding the small porcelain jar.
Inside it was a person who had once lived.
A wail like that of a trapped beast escaped from his mouth.
Blood flowed out and dyed the walls of the jar red.
"Qing Qing Qian Qian"
It turned out that he had never thought that she was really gone.
Ever since he woke up, he didn't dare to come see her or ask anything about her. He was secretly giving himself a little hope that she wasn't dead and that she was still alive.
But in the end, he couldn't lie anymore.
His Qing Qing was gone!
His back, which had never bent for anyone, could no longer be straightened by her death.
He held " her " in his arms and did not move for a long time.
The suffocating feeling of near death filled the room.
After a very long time.
Mr. Ning collected his emotions and bent down to help him up.
But the man kneeling on the ground suddenly said,"No."
