Yu Qian's painting, and this time, Mo Qingcheng has only seen it three times, but the purity surrounding this woman really makes her feel extremely ashamed...

Mo Qingcheng never thought that her unintentional saying "There will be a period later" would lock the woman's infatuation for a lifetime... Mo Qingcheng never expected that such a beautiful woman would ruin her life for a scumbag like her...

Huaer, can you not look at her with such a light look? If there is resentment, hatred, and unwillingness in your eyes, maybe it will be better...

I know that I love someone I shouldn't love, but why do I still love so much without caring about it...

Huaer, do you know that I am not worth it... It's really not worth it...

That was the first time Mo Qingcheng had such an emotion in public... it hurt a little, but it was still tightly enduring it. So he only let the woman in his arms gently stroke her fingertips her eyebrows with her soft fingertips, and then she smiled...

In an attempt to make the woman feel more at ease...

Yu Qian's portrait is like knowing Mo Qingcheng's mood at the moment. A clear smile appeared on his gentle face. Then, Pang Ruo smiled at Mo Qingcheng knowingly, with a bit of joking smell, and said with ease.

"You are not suitable for such an expression..." After saying that, he felt very difficult and coughed a few more times... Yu Qianhua's expression was very calm, and his expression even made people feel that this person was just sick and could recover after taking a nap...

How could I not see the scarlet redness that kept coming from the woman's mouth even though the smile was pressing against her, but it was still so red. Even though there was no bright redness on the red wedding dress, it was still wet and made people frightened...

Mo Qingcheng wanted to find a doctor, but the roar that reached the mouth was interrupted by Huaer in his arms again... Then, after seeing those eyes full of expressions and calmness, he couldn't say a word...

Just like that, like a gait, looking at the person in his arms, with a light smile, and then speaking to her with a soft and soft voice

"Niao'er, I like you..."

For a moment, Mo Qingcheng felt a little dazed by the bright and excessive smile on the woman's face... What kind of perception is that? Is it liberated, why is it still filled with a faint joy... Is it sad? Why is it a little relieved? Mo Qingcheng looked at it, and felt it was unexplained, but he couldn't tell the reason... To be honest, the feeling of powerlessness that could not find the fulcrum almost made Mo Qingcheng crazy...

But at the end of the day, I suddenly realized...

Yes, it's that kind of perception... the kind of perception that is so sad that I want to cry but can't cry loudly... the kind of perception that I want to be hysterical but I finally have only a lonely smile...

It’s not a disguise, it’s not a stubborn person, but if you lose some instincts, you will put those smiles on your face... If you are a clumsy child, you can’t express it even if you want it...

At this moment, Yu Qianhua gave people this perception... as gentle and clear as the stream flowing, but it was finally wrapped in the carriage and sighing like nothingness... Then, she became a gentle woman with picturesque eyebrows in the eyes of others, not crying, not angry, not hurt, just smiling like duckweed that can't find the home...

Mo Qingcheng's pupils, like a star, suddenly felt a strong sense of care. Then, like a man standing tall, smiled gently at the woman in his arms, then lowered his eyelids, choked his throat, and said hoarsely.

"I know..." Mo Qingcheng said a little lightly, as if he was afraid that the voice would be louder, and the weak woman in his arms would not be able to bear it...

The house was quiet and strange for a moment. Everyone stood in the dim lights and said nothing, but looked at Mo Qingcheng sitting on the ground with a serious expression, holding Yu Qianhua in his arms, as if thinking about what happened...

Mo Qinghan also stood silently on the side, his black eyes, which had always been very lazy, were filled with inexplicably sent to the ground. He seemed to want to come forward to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start... He could only stand there, if the child was at a loss, he could not move forward and retreat...

So, in the huge wedding hall, only the sound of red candles burning occasionally, and the more faint breathing of Huaer. In addition, Mo Qingcheng buried his head very deeply, was in a mess, and said nothing...

Mo Qingcheng's fist was clenched tightly, and Mo Qingcheng's lips almost bleeded. To be honest, this was the first time she felt so powerless in her life, so weak that she could only wait helplessly for the woman to die in her arms, and then she could have a great pain...

But I didn't expect that Huaer, who had just closed her eyes, suddenly opened her eyes at this moment, and her pupils, which were as bright as ink paintings, were as bright as sunlight...

Mo Qingcheng's heart tightened and adjusted the force in his hand to make the person in his arms feel more comfortable... But in an instant, he saw the enchanting smile on Huaer's lips, like the flowers blooming in the late summer, showing the last glory, and it was extremely gorgeous...

The infatuation in Huaer's eyes was like a knife, cutting Mo Qingcheng's self-deserving heart, and then dizzying with the long-lasting pain... She chuckled and prayed to Mo Qingcheng with a soft voice...

"Can you ask you to do something for me..."

Mo Qingcheng could no longer speak, afraid that before he could speak, the smell of fishy sweetness pressing against his throat would come out with the pain...

So I could only purse my lips tightly, smile a little, and then nodded with difficulty...

In fact, Mo Qingcheng really wants to say, "As long as you are alive, not to mention one thing, even if you are ten or hundreds of them, you will do it for you at all costs..." Just for death, such a promise is too pretentious...

So at this moment, Mo Qingcheng could only wait quietly, waiting for the woman’s last wish before her death, to give herself the pain that she could not vent, a way out...

So Yu Qianhua held the last trace of anger in her spirit. If nothing unusual was happening, she threw her beautiful pupils into the distance, and then smiled with a shallow look on her face.

"If one day, when you see Niao'er, you will tell him... the clouds rolling and smoke are better than the world, and the country is like a painting, so we will never leave..." Hua'er said this and struggled to cough lightly... Then she turned her gaze back to Mo Qingcheng's face, and looked so hard and so seriously, as if it was about to be engraved in her heart, and her eyes were burning.
Chapter completed!