Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

It was a sleepless night.

Jung lay flat on the bed, his eyes wide open, watching the darkness of nothingness, and his mind turned a thousand times.

He didn't sleep all night, so he heard the sound of Qinghuan opening the door to fetch water in the morning. One turned over and sat up, put on his clothes and opened the door. He saw Qinghuan combing his hair. He wanted to talk, but he was only bitter.

She washed and dressed as usual and was about to go out. Jung stopped her, "wait, where are you going?"

Qinghuan didn't stop.

Jung jumped up a few steps. "I'll take you."

Qinghuan walked ahead, while Jung limped behind her.

Passing by the alley, a man wearing a melon skin hat and a gray coat whistled obscene when he saw Qinghuan, "smelly woman, dare to come out."

Qinghuan lowered his head and sped forward.

The man smiled and took a few steps to catch her. "Don't hurry. I won't do anything to you in the daytime."

Qinghuan flustered and dodged his hand, and issued a hoarse roar from his throat, "get out! Don't touch me!"

The man spat, "toast without penalty, see how I deal with you!"

He rolled up his sleeve and wanted to catch it, but Jung caught up and twisted his backhand. He couldn't help bending down, "Damn, who?!"

"Is that him?" Jung asked.

Qinghuan didn't look at it either. She hurried away with a cold face.

Jung pushed the man away and jumped up. "Is that him? Has anyone bullied you along the way? How long has it been? Is it like this every day?"

Qinghuan said coldly, "it's none of your business."

Jung did not give up, "you are kind to me. Your business is my business. I can't watch you being bullied."

"What can you do?" Qinghuan looked at her coldly and said something flat and cold. "He bullied me. How can you bully me back? Give a warning and beat him up, or can you help me kill him?"

Jung was stunned. She didn't expect her to kill him. For a moment, he thought of Qinghuan, who was throwing sugar in the street with a small basket, his red coat and skirt, his snow-white skin, blooming a beautiful smile from the bottom of his heart, surrounded by chirping children, clean and charming like a camellia.

Just a year later, the kind woman could say without changing her face whether he could kill someone for her. Just for a moment, he suddenly felt strange to her.

Qinghuan looked at Jung, who was stunned, sneered, turned and continued to walk.

She has seen so many men of all kinds, who think they have experienced a hundred battles, but look away again and again, pitifully defeated by their selfishness and shamelessness.

She had hoped for Jung and thought that he might take her away from the Western-style building, but she made a mistake. As soon as she nodded, he chose to shrink back without hesitation. She had to face the unknown and turbulent vortex.

The second time, she saved him and gave him a temporary shelter, but when she was bullied, he still chose to retreat like the first time.

She never expected that she could cover the white wolf with empty hands and get anything from others, but she never thought that one day, there was no one around her to rely on.

Sadness and sadness surged into her heart, and she immediately doubted her existence.

She struggled in the vast sea for twenty years, saw several mirages, and never touched the other side.

Jung stared at her gray back, and his confusion and powerlessness drowned him.

He wanted to catch up. He didn't want to see her desperate back.

"I can!" he shouted at her back.

Qinghuan's back is stiff. After a short stagnation, he continues to move forward.

Jung became nervous and felt a terrible panic. He limped and jumped up, "I can! I can help you!"

He grabbed Qinghuan's wrist and said loudly, "I can! I will never fail you again if I fail you once!"