Ling is still stunned. How could she not have thought that the place where she met him was the place where his father died.

"Sorry." She said.

"My father will die. It's his fault. Sister doesn't have to apologize." Yi Jin is away from the low tunnel.

"Blame yourself?" She was surprised, at least not that he would describe his father's death in this way.

"Isn't it up to you? Falling in love with a person who shouldn't be loved, is found by the other party to have no use value, even if kneeling down and pleading bitterly, it's useless. At last, he died of depression, frozen to death in the snow. " His expression is light, as if he is just talking about a common thing, even his voice is the same as usual.

But his whole body seemed to radiate a lonely atmosphere.

Let Ling still seem to go back to the way she saw him for the first time.

"Ah Jin." She called him.

He raised his eyes and saw her face in the dark pupils. "Do you think he's looking for his own death?"

She only felt her throat dry for a while, then she said, "is that woman your mother?"

He was silent, there was no expression on his face, but his eyes flashed a pain.

At that moment, she knew the answer.

She didn't know how to comfort him, as if at the moment, any language, in fact, was pale. Some things, only experienced people know the pain.

She got up and hugged him in the chair.

His head was against her chest, her breath was between his nose, and the temperature she had passed on to his cheek.

Her heart beat, for a moment, across the clothes, reached his ears.

Let him want to listen like this... All the time...

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"Mom, don't go..."

the thin figure, kneel down straight like this, and beg the woman who has packed her luggage not to leave.

But it's no use. The woman is determined to leave without even looking at him.

Seeing each other leaving, the boy was so desperate that he wanted to reach for his mother.

But the next moment, the thin man was waved away, and then a kind of penetrating pain exploded in his chest...

good pain... Good pain!

Such pain, who can save him, who can stop his pain!

The pain is almost like suffocation, as if the whole person is going to die...

"ah Jin! Ah Jin! "

There's a voice shouting at him!

Who is it? Who is calling him?

"Ah Jin, no pain, no pain, I'm here, I'm here, ah Jin no pain..." that gentle voice line was so anxious and worried.

Under the sound, the feeling of suffocation and pain faded like the tide. He laboriously opened his eyes, looked at the beautiful and quiet woman in front of him, and his thin lips lifted with difficulty, "sister..."