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"But she gave me birth, but she never loved me, just constantly hated me and hated me. Is that meaningful?" he said, his face buried deeper in her arms.

"Maybe she... Just can't stand the fiance's death, her guilt for the fiance and her self condemnation, so it's like that? Of course, it's just my guess." Qin Sitong said.

"You said, if the fiance hadn't died, would all this be different?" his voice drifted gently in the air.

She thought for a moment and said, "well, if your mother's heart knot for your father was all due to the death of her fiance, then... If the fiance's disease had been cured, your mother would not die with her fiance or your father."

He was silent. After a long time, he said, "do you really have a next life?"

"I don't know, but I hope there is." she said, "in this way, people can keep a thought, meet the person they want to see in the next life, and fulfill their unfinished wishes.

He slowly raised his head and stared at her with Dark Phoenix eyes. "Then I will fall in love with you in my next life, but my wish will be completed in my life, and I won't wait until the next life."

With a gentle smile, she held his face, lowered her head, and gently pasted her lips on his lips, "well, in this life, we will complete all our wishes and wait until the next life to think of new wishes."

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At the weekend, Qin Sitong and Jun Jisheng went to K City, the city where he lived with his mother when he was a child. In this city, he stayed until he was 9 years old.

She accompanied him to the place where he and her mother used to live. The old houses there had already been demolished and all the new houses were built. I'm afraid no one knows that a woman once committed suicide here.

He looked with a kind of solemn sadness... She could only hold his hand tightly. Fortunately, after he stood quietly for a few minutes, he turned to her and said, "I'm fine. It's been so long."

Then he took her to the place where he once set up roadside stalls. "At that time, life was very hard, but maybe he was young, a lot of pain, and he didn't feel bitter. He just thought about how to make his mother happy. Later, he found that if he made more money, his mother would be happier. So he would want to sell more fried buns, so that he would have more money."

After a pause, he looked at her and said, "it's naive, isn't it? In fact, how many fried strings can a child sell and how much money can he earn?"

She shook her head. Inexplicably, her nose was a little sour. "At that time, you were very sensible. Think about my age, you could only play, and you wouldn't make money at all."

"But it's always easy for children to be satisfied. At that time, it seemed that they could have a dollar's pocket money, watch an episode of cartoons, and play football with other children for a few minutes. For me, it seemed to be a great satisfaction, but now they have more and more, but they are more and more dissatisfied," he said.