"Even if you only love me a little, it's enough."
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Song Jinan collapsed to the ground with his back against the iron gate.
She hugged her knees and sobbed softly, not daring to look up at the darkness.
The empty stomach also shouted at this time, she rubbed her stomach, and tears fell.
"Knock knock..."
At this moment, someone knocked lightly on the door, Song Jinan stood up and moved to the side. The iron door quickly opened a small crack, and he stretched out his hands and handed Song Jinan's meal today.
At the moment when the iron gate was about to close, Song Jinan stuck his hand in the middle of the crack of the door. The pain made her cry out slightly, and then she looked at the stunned servant outside the door with begging in her eyes.
songjinan"Can you let me out..."
The other party shook his head in embarrassment,
longtao（shenmedoudang）[Servant]: "I'm sorry, this is Mr. Yan's arrangement."
Song Jin'an lowered her eyes in disappointment. She should have thought that Yan Haoxiang would not let her go so easily.
She suddenly felt a strong unwillingness, why, the person who killed Yan Su was not her Song Jinan, why did she have to bear all this.
Why is the real murderer. Hands are still swaggering in the sun, while she, an innocent witness, has to spend every happy time of hers in the dark.
Why does Yan Haoxiang not believe her, why!
Her eyes were stained with anger, and the huge hatred made the servant outside the door tremble, and quickly closed the door and locked it.
Song Jinan lightly rolled his eyes at the closed door, leaned back against the iron gate and lowered his head, not knowing what was going on in his mind.
The real murderer. Hand her Song Jin'an won't make him feel better!
songjinan"It's dark... it's raining..."
The crisp and melodious singing sounded suddenly in the dark room.
Song Jin'an was emboldening herself by singing the nursery rhyme that her grandmother taught her when she was a child.
In front of her, the kind and kind appearance of her grandmother before her death appeared. Her loving eyes were looking at her, with a smile on her face that she would never forget in her life.
She couldn't help but shed tears again. She really wanted to throw herself into her grandmother's arms and tell her her grievances, her sadness and her miss for her these days.
songjinan"It's dark... it's dark..."
After singing the last sentence, Song Jin'an was already in tears.
She licked her dry lips, trying to force a smile that was uglier than crying.
Because her grandmother had told her that no matter how sad she was, she had to spend it with a smile.
You can't be defeated by anyone but you.
At this time, Song Jin'an's eyes had gradually adapted to the darkness in the room. She blinked and mustered up the courage to look around, and saw a neatly arranged small bed in a corner of the room.
She slowly walked over and sat on the bed, fed the food in her hands into her mouth, filled her empty stomach, and then lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and tried to fall into a dream. In addition to sleeping in the dark locked room, she only has to worry, she doesn't want to be so tired.
Tossing and turning, but she couldn't sleep, many pictures flashed in front of her eyes, many people flashed, and many things flashed.
She whispered a sentence in Japanese,
songjinan“すべてがよくなることを れないでください。”
すべてがよくなることを れないでください。
"Don't be afraid, everything will be fine."
jideguanzhushoucangdakaKaka ka,
jideguanzhushoucangdakaSleep, sleep,
jideguanzhushoucangdakaInspiration came when the code was coded late at night.
jideguanzhushoucangdakaBut mind you still don't force sleepiness to code text, because the effect is not good.
jideguanzhushoucangdakaBut maybe I should say good morning to everyone, goose goose goose.
