*
After father ning made up his mind, mother ning never said anything about calling the police again.
A week passed quickly, and the whole family took turns to stay by ning Qing's side, afraid that something would happen to her.
Ning Qing sat in front of the window, a pen in her hand.
These days, she had not gone out at all, and the traces on her body had slowly disappeared.
It looked like everything was starting to get better.
However, her heart was still desolate.
Qingqing, the weather is nice today. Do you want to go out for a walk? " Ning su opened the door and asked her softly.
The sunlight shone through the glass window and fell on the girl.
She blinked her eyes. I don't want to go.
Ning su walked over and looked at the diary in her hand.
Ning Qing subconsciously moved her hand, trying to block the contents of the paper.
