"But I never had a chance to say goodbye to you again."
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She slowly put her right hand on the wound, gritted her teeth and pulled the broken porcelain pieces out of the flesh, then stood up from the ground and squeezed the blood gurgling out of her left hand.
Compared to Dad's pain, what is this pain?
Why it wasn't her who died.
Song Jinan's body was weak, and she stepped on the stairs step by step. Just as she raised her foot, her eyes suddenly turned black. She hurriedly held on to the armrest, her head rose, and she stood there for a while before slowly walking back to the room.
Sitting on the bed, Song Jin'an was stunned for a while before turning out a roll of bandages from the cabinet where he didn't know where, wrapping his left hand, and then lying down on the bed.
She raised her arms to cover her eyes, but the corners of her eyes were still wet uncontrollably.
Dad is really gone.
What will happen when mom finds out about this?
What would she and her mother do without her father?
Except for her mother, no one is really willing to be nice to her in the future.
She really really doesn't want to be Mrs. Yan anymore,
Cut open the shiny skin outside,
It's really just the dirty rotting flesh and blood inside.
As long as Yan Haoxiang wanted to do something to her, she no longer had the ability to resist, nor the courage to resist.
She was really scared.
Song Jin'an covered her mouth and cried silently. The pillow was stained with water. She cried until her head was dizzy, and then she fell asleep.
In her sleep, there seemed to be a hand gently stroking her, with guilt, pity, and pain, but she subconsciously dodged for a while. She could feel that the owner's movement of that hand seemed to pause, became very unhappy, and slammed the door and left after a few seconds.
She was in a daze but couldn't wake up all the time, she was so hot that she couldn't use her strength, she became very uncomfortable, and even wanted to vomit.
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Yan Haoxiang stood in front of the door of the room, bowing his head in silence.
He squeezed his hands, raised his head to take a look, and pursed his lips to drop to his side.
Is he crazy?
When he just came back, he entered the wedding room that he and Song Jinan rarely went to. Song Jinan was already lying on the bed and fell asleep. Her face was very pale, but she was very well-behaved. She was still like when she was a child. She likes to hold the quilt when sleeping, but her feet never kick around, and she always places it under or on top of the quilt.
She would occasionally laugh stupidly when she was sleeping, and the corners of her eyes were curved like crescent moons. Yan Haoxiang always slept later than her, so he could always see her such a cute appearance. Although he didn't know why she laughed, but he always laughed with her, even though it seemed really silly.
If you let outsiders see it, you will feel stupid.
The second is that he likes her.
Yan Haoxiang thought he must be crazy.
He saw Song Jin'an's soft sleeping face, and his right hand was slowly stretched out uncontrollably, tracing along Song Jin'an's eyebrows all the way to the corners of her eyes. The corners of her eyes were still red and swollen, looking ugly.
But the first thought in his heart was actually pity.
Song Jin'an should have woken up, but his eyes were half-squinted but never opened. Yan Haoxiang was acutely aware that she gently avoided his hand.
So he was inexplicably angry.
He stood there stunned for a while, then opened the door and walked out, closing the door fiercely.
Is she so afraid of him?
Even half of them subconsciously wanted to run away from him in their sleep state.
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