“……”
The man's heart ached as he looked at the sorrowful woman.
He had been waiting here for many days and finally waited for her to appear. He did not expect such a scene.
The two women who looked almost identical hugged each other.
Logically speaking, Nian lie was not familiar with ning Qing, who he had only met twice. He should not have been able to recognize the two sisters, who had been misunderstood by others since they were young.
However, with just one look, he knew that the teardless girl with even more despair and sorrow in her eyes was her.
“……”
She was still so delicate and beautiful, and her delicate face was filled with pain and numbness that did not match her age. She bit her pink lips, exactly the same as she had that night.
The man silently clenched the blood-red bead in his hand. He made up his mind and followed her.
“……”
When they got home, ning su asked ning Qing to sit on the sofa, and mother ning made a glass of milk for her.
