The adoptive mother once told her in crooked handwriting: When I picked up Mu Fan, he was so thin that his whole body was covered with skin, his body was covered with festering sores, and he almost died.

She couldn't imagine what admired Fan went through at that time, she only knew: she was very sad, felt sorry for him, couldn't help but want to hug him, and then use her small body and weak body temperature to warm him. Hold him, warm him, and heal the wound in his heart little by little.

Mu Wanqing bit her lip and stood beside him for an unknown how long, then walked lightly to Mu Fan's side, knelt down, knelt beside him, pushed him lightly, and called softly, "Mu Fan...you Wake up, come home with me, okay?! Mu Fan..."

However, Yang Mufan was too drunk to wake up at all, and it was even more impractical for Mu Wanqing to carry him back.

In the end, Mu Wanqing had no choice but to sit on the wet ground filled with stinky water, holding an umbrella in one hand, and letting him rest on her lap.

Looking at his already thin face in just three days, full of fatigue and decadence, she felt that her eyes were stinging and her vision blurred.

There was scalding liquid, overflowing from the eye sockets.

Mu Wanqing begged in a low voice:

"Mu Fan, can you promise me to cheer up?! Can you not give up on yourself, don't get sick, don't drink?!"

"Mu Fan, as long as you eat well, sleep well, and work well, I can promise you anything. If you feel that my appearance will hinder your eyes and make you very unhappy and troubled, I can promise you everything." I will never appear again to make you angry, to make you angry, I can hide myself, hide myself, and completely disappear from your world, as long as you are well..."

"Mu Fan, can you hear what I'm saying?! I'm saying: Admire Fan, why do I, Mu Wanqing, love you so much all my life... I can't let go of you, I know you can't The poison you touch is the fire you can't touch, I still don't want to part with you, and I will rush towards you recklessly."

"Admiration Fan, in this lifetime, God may have taken many things from you, but... I, Mu Wanqing, live for you."

"Mu Fan, Mu Fan, Mu Fan..."

Mu Wanqing no longer knew how many times she had called his name hysterically during the 12 years she had known him, but she only knew that every time she called her, a bloody hole would appear in her heart.

In the past 12 years, her heart has already been riddled with holes.

At three o'clock in the morning, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the cold wind was howling.

Perhaps because of the cold, Yang Mufan began to tremble all over.

Mu Wanqing hurriedly leaned over to hug him, admiring Fan's powerful arms, tightly wrapped around her body like vines, with great strength, as if she wanted to strangle her into his flesh and blood.

Immediately afterwards, with a hoarse magnetic voice, he murmured and shouted over and over again: "Little sun, little sun, little sun..."

After Mu Wanqing heard his cry, the tears she finally stopped were like a flood breaking a bank, rushing ferociously. She cried so heartbreakingly that she replied inarticulately from her throat: "Little Sun, it's here……"

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When reading this book, you must be calm. Feifei promised everyone that the heroine will definitely counterattack.In fact, today Feifei stayed up all night and wrote [-] words, feeling sorry for the hero! %>_<%!Ask for favorites, leave a message, and recommend!When watching, be sure to log in...

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