Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 151 is both hurt and does not care?

Shen Qianshu’s words, like the sour water hidden in the bottom of my heart for seven years, vomited cleanly, and people were on the edge of the cliff, but they were not afraid of anything. She said everything she wanted to say.

Even if she died, she was also eye-catching.

He and her are like two parallel lines, and there should be no intersection in this life.

The night mausoleum looked at her deeply, and there was no such thing as a sudden anger or anger in the sinking of the thousand trees. The scarlet eyes were like a cold water poured by people. The madness slowly faded and the blood became cold.

For the first time, he directly looked at the hatred of Shen Qianshu.

It was also the first time I heard Shen Qianshu mention the lost child.

She never mentions it.

Just like... this is her business, nothing to do with him.

The seven years of pain and tears, she smiled, as if it was born to be a copper-iron bone, not bad, not falling, those despair and tears, she was dusted in memory, refused to share with whom.

The girl who was so innocent and lovely, and who could bend and stretch, inevitably grew into a strong independent, slick person.

"Shen Qianshu, these seven years, you are not as good as a life?"

At least, you have children's drawings.

but me.

Nothing at all!

Silence, like the scorpio, is in the middle.

She and he stood at the ends of the world, separated by a long stream of sorrow.

He knew that she must be afraid.

Escaped without a trace.

He does not want to control, it is powerless.

She did not know how many times he passed the abyss of death.

She didn't know how many times he relied on the fantasy little princess and passed through despair.

She did not know how many injuries on his body were self-harming.

She didn't know, he cut his own artery and almost streamed his blood.

She didn't know how much he wanted to stand in front of her healthily and listen to her shouting a gentleman.

but……

He can't do it.

He worked hard for seven years and found desperately that he could not do it.

Fighting with the sky, he never lost.

But lost to another.

Shen Qianshu, I can't do it, you know?

"Night Mausoleum, your illness is getting heavier and heavier." Shen Qianshu wiped his tears. "If you have a obsession, you will not recognize the six parents. You ask me, I am afraid not afraid of you."

"I am afraid." Shen Qianshu looked at him sadly. "You can't control your own demons. You ask me if I am afraid. I am afraid that one day I will die, and the children's paintings will become orphans. So, I will not irritate. You, me and the mud, I hope you will retreat, don't look for a little princess on my body, but you have to force me to tear this scar, how much you are."

Night Mausoleum, "Luther said, you have a daughter, so for seven years, I always thought it was a little princess, and did not deny the existence of the child, let alone forget."

Shen Qianshu sneered, you all know the little princess.

This explanation, when she heard it, pale and powerless.

Night Ling did not want to say anything too much.

"Shen Qianshu, what do you want?" Lingling looked at her with a sneer. "I don't see each other, I tell you, it's impossible. You died this heart early."

Shen Qianshu is silent and does not refute.

Because, this is seven years later, the night Ling once again appeared before her, her thoughts.

Shen Qianshu touched his lower back and took the piece of glass. He pulled it out, and the blood in one hand was similar to the action of self-mutilation. Her brow did not wrinkle. Shen Qianshu’s hand was **** and holding the tail finger. The long pieces of glass, the other hand, took the wrist of the night mausoleum, and the back of his hand was bloody, and the eyes of the night majesty shrank, staring at her hand.

(End of this chapter)