"...... ."
"Ruoruo,you said you would trust me." At this point,Zhong Yichen picked up Xia Mo Ruo hand and slowly placed it on her heart,making her feel her heartbeat.
At this moment Xia Mo Ruo wasn't trying to break free. She felt her heart beating again and again from her palm,and her hand suddenly dropped powerlessly.
He squatted on the ground and cried. "My Xiao Mo,my Xiao Mo!"
It would take more than two years,but she still couldn't forget how her son looked and how he smiled at her.
Her son died in front of her like this,slowly losing his breath.
Xia Mo Ruo really missed his son. He really thought about it.
In the past,when she didn't have a Zhong Yichen,it was her son who supported her,but now,she did n' t even have any support.
Looking at the crying Xia Mo Ruo,Zhong Yichen s
