Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 984 Hang your heart on your chest and put it on your heart
"Brother Xia Shang, I don't want any gifts. My greatest wish in this life is to be with you. I hope that Master can let go of his grievances, let me go, let us go."

At that time, he just laughed.

That smile, like a ray of breeze, can soothe people's hearts.

He looked at her tenderly, put his lips on her forehead, and said affectionately: "Xiaoqi, you have to trust me. I'm here for everything, don't worry."

She pouted her pink lips, took the initiative to fly a resounding kiss on his chin, and said crisply: "Brother Xia Shang, you are my belief. If you really want to give me any gift, Just give me your heart. I want to hang your heart on my chest. Keep my faith in my heart."

His eyes are very beautiful, very penetrating, he sees everything with indifference and indifference, only when he is looking at her, will he show a star-studded eagerness.

He held her handsome and bright little face, and his ink-dyed eyes were as cool as the cold moon hanging upside down in the sky, extremely clear and clean.

He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, caring for her carefully, his voice soft like the wind, "Okay."

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A relationship in the past, even if there is no love or no love after life and death, once remembered, it will still hurt like tearing.

An Qiyue could probably guess what Xia Shang said about the undelivered gift.

She lowered her head and laughed and shed hot tears. The desire to cry bitterly was unprecedentedly strong.

She endured it for a long time before she lost her composure.

She raised her eyes to Shang Xia Shang's clear eyes, and smiled with her lips curled up: "Okay, I accept Brother Xia Shang's blessing to me. I also hope that you can have your own happiness."

Even though he had made sufficient preparations, when he was finally about to let go, his heart still stabbed again and again.

From a little bit to a piece, and then to every limb, even breathing hurts.

Xia Shang suppressed the discomfort in his heart, he looked at her with a smile, and then took out a small wooden box from his pocket.

The box was very ordinary, polished and put together bit by bit.

There is also a photo sticker on the top of the small wooden box, which An Qiyue and Shura both recognize.

It was Mo Xiao's 78th birthday when he pestered Shura to take her out of the island to shoot.

Shura was ahead of An Qiyue and snatched the box from Xia Shang's palm.

His move was obviously out of control.

Shura is not a rude person, he is not curious about what is in the box, he just wants to see the photo sticker on the box.

Shura rubbed the yellowed photo with his fingertips, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Back then when he beat Mo Xiaoqi to death with his own hands, he burned everything related to Mo Xiaoqi, even he didn't leave even a strand of hair.

He thought that with the passage of time, every frown and smile of hers, and the expressiveness of her eyebrows became dim and blurred with the passage of time.

And in fact, no.

The forgetting he thought was not forgetting, but a deliberate choice not to think about it.

So, when I saw the relics about Mo Xiaoqi's life again.

The memories that had been deliberately dusted became extremely surging, smashing into my mind overwhelmingly.

Shura's Adam's apple rolled, and he stared at the girl in the photo without blinking.

Her smile is very sweet, clean and spotless.

Her curved eyebrows, raised lips, dark eyes, and every curve of her face outlined what he missed most in his heart.

Shura's finger that rubbed the photo trembled slightly, he felt as if a pair of hands reached into his heart, trying to hollow out his heart.

PS: Mo Shang: Breathe hard, I feel like I've been abused by myself, shit!

(End of this chapter)