Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Gong Zihua has never faced up to her feelings for Dong Gong Ziche for so many years.

Now the other person is gone... His whole body has been emptied...

Originally thought that this person had long since become insignificant in his life.He can get married, have children, die of old age, and live a good life without Donggong Ziche.

In fact, they have already lived as one person, one body.

If Dong Gongzi died one day, he would not know what his beliefs were.

Gong Zihua walked into the main hall of Donggong Ziche, his favorite study room, his desk for work, and the bookshelf where he stacked stacked cultural relics.

It was as if opening a book, it was full of the shadow of Donggong Ziche.

Gong Zihua stood in the place where Donggong Ziche used to stay, and was familiar with everything about him.

His belief in living collapsed.

If it wasn't for Donggong Ziche, Yuan Yeche would have died thousands of times in the forest.

He is indeed a burden, and he has never completely relieved Dong Gongzi's worries.

So later he turned into a drag bottle, what's so strange about being kicked?

His fragile self-esteem couldn't accept it, and he hated the man he once loved the most viciously.

Love……?

Gong Zihua sneered, as if he had thought of something so funny, with his back against the bookshelf, he couldn't stand upright from laughing, his eyes were swollen with red.

He had cried the most tears of his life last night.

Gong Zihua slowly mottled to the ground, the bookshelf behind him was dangling, and a heavy picture album fell to his feet.

The picture album just unfolded, with yellowed pages.

Gong Zihua reached out tremblingly to open the drawing book. The papers were different, but they were all linked together.

What came into view was a charcoal drawing...

Hughes is very talented in painting, and he used a pen to draw the Q version of Gong Zihua on the sand before;

Later, when he got the precious papyrus, he drew sketches on it with charcoal.

Mountains, water, and jungles are all landscapes that Hughes loves to paint.

He never draws people in his works, except Yuan Yeche.

The little Yuan Yeche is vivid in the painting, with different expressions and postures.

Gong Zihua was extremely surprised that the painting has been preserved for such a long time, with creases and smudges appearing faintly.

Gong Zihua's dirty handprints were still printed on it...

Turning over one by one, each painting was from a different period, some he had seen before, and some were painted by Hughes when he didn't know it.

Turning to the portrait of him sleeping in a tree hole, Xiao Yuan is nestled in weeds, obediently holding the mink quilt with his two small hands, his face is white and plump.

Not at all like a battered person.

In the harsh environment, after he followed Hughes, he rarely experienced the feeling of starving and freezing.

No matter what happened, Hughes was there.

Gong Zihua's fingers trembled, and when she turned to one of them, she saw the water drop marks.

...water drops on paper and fades away.

Only tears, with saltiness, dripping on the paper, will leave deep marks.

【Tears and you are both things I can't afford...】

Donggong Ziche's voice lingered in his ears again.

Gong Zihua flushed her nose, her eyes felt itchy, and tears crawled out, dripping on the yellowed old paper.

Hughes' tears?How could Hughes cry——

Gong Zihua's throat was filled with terrible breath, and the whole person was about to go crazy.

He also thought about whether Donggong Ziche did all this for him.When he was drunk, he also ran to look for him, and grabbed Donggong Ziche by the collar to play tricks.