Xia Zhixun stared at her. Finally, she slowly let her go and stood there: "Do you want to die?"
Hu Xiaoyan looked up at her...
Does she want to die?
No, she doesn't, but now whenever she thinks of the man who was killed by the man she loves because of her, she feels so guilty that even breathing is painful.
"I'm sorry for your brother. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have ended up like this."
"So what?"
"If killing me can dispel the hatred in your heart, I won't struggle, as if to atone for my sins." She painfully closed her eyes.
Xia Zhixun saw this, stood there staring at her for a long time, and finally turned and left, preparing to settle the child first.
However, when she came out, she found that the crying child outside had already been held by a young man wearing glasses. At this moment, he was comforting her: "Don't cry, Sese is good, where's Auntie?"
"Auntie..." The child, who finally stopped crying, with her tear-stained eyes, looked over at Xia Zhixun.
