C399 First wail 3

This was the first time he saw her cry.

Even when he had beaten her, scolded her, chased her away, and even poisoned her with poison, even when she was covered in blood, she had never shed a single tear in front of him.

It was because he knew that he would not be pitied by others, so why would he cry to others?

At one point, he thought Li Xiaobao was a fake human, a puppet without flesh and blood.

However, in this world, who would be able to live a life without blood and flesh?

Everyone eats grains and grains, who can live a life without showing their weakness?

If they were to endure to the limit, there must be a way out.

She was crying in his arms.

He did not console her, nor did he try to dissuade her. He only lightly caressed her hair, and unexpectedly smiled bitterly. "Cry, cry. Little Treasure, you should have cried a long time ago."

If he cried, that would be great.

That was really the first time Li Xiaobao cried like this in her memory. There was no chance at all. However, that night, the nightmare suddenly went out of control.

Amidst the incomparably trembling of despair, only his hands were tightly hugging him. He was tightly, tightly, emitting the scorching warmth from his body, as if he was truly loved by others.

Countless times, countless times, she had longed for her parents to hug her like this, but from start to finish, they had never done so.

Chinese people, especially the parents of the older generation, rarely embrace their children in such a way.

And, she knew, it wasn't because they were being reserved, but because they didn't want to put out their arms at all.

Instead, at this very moment, at this very afternoon. When he returned to his dream, he saw a pair of iron walls holding him tightly.

His hug was so tight that it hurt her ribs, but she felt strangely safe and comfortable, as if she were finally relieved when she was in his arms.

In fact, she didn't care who this person was at all. At the moment, it didn't matter if it was Zhang San or Li Si. None of that mattered. As long as they had a pair of arms, it was enough.

It would be best to hold on tight, tighter.

Nightmare besieged his body and he panicked. With a pair of arms like this, how could he have the strength to refuse?

The shock in Qu Cunzi's heart could be imagined; he truly wished that he could slap himself in the face.

Ever since their reunion, he had thought that she was already that strong. She was a famous female doctor who would have a bright future.

But who would have thought?

So, Little Treasure, you are such a timid and weak person.

For someone who had grown up like that, he didn't even have a chance to show weakness.

However, he was also incomparably happy.

At that time, that young girl who couldn't even protect her own kidney had no other choice but to rely on him.

This time, the woman who couldn't protect her love had nowhere to go, so she could only hide in her arms and cry.

Little Treasure, the reason why I'm hugging you like this is not because I owe you, but because I'm willing.

A thousand.

and as a kind of glory.

I, Qu Cunzi, can finally give you what you need.

That intense feeling suddenly came, even if he had to pile all the good stuff in the world in front of her, he was willing to do it.

Even if it meant rolling away at this moment … She was willing to burn her heart.

He swore that in this lifetime, whoever dared to hurt her even a little would definitely make him pay the price with his blood. Even if it was Qu Cunzi himself, he would kill without mercy.