Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 1795 Emma, ​​is that you?

In the evening, I put a coat on her thin body. "Leave me by my side, okay?"

"What about my hatred?"

"You want me to pay back, I will return." The night court said, "I owe you a life, I will give you a life, if you allow me to have a breath... I will not deceive you again."

"Your lies are commonplace, and credit has gone bankrupt in me." At the beginning of the night, I was cold. "I have been dreaming recently, dreaming of a girl's complete childhood, but I don't know, I have anything to do with her."

"Who are you dreaming of?" asked the night court.

"Emma," looked at him calmly at the beginning of the night, not concealing, a word, "I dreamed of Emma, ​​I dreamed that she called a young woman mommy, dreaming of her time with you. You once gave her a pearl, she was placed in the doll's pocket of the bedroom nightstand. I dreamed that she was locked in the room, the fire burned her skin, her hair, her face, her Lively burnt into ugly..."

She paused. "It hurts. I feel very painful."

The night court slowly widened her eyes and clenched her hand. The hand at the beginning of the night was cold and jade, but the tone was like telling someone else's story. She looked at him with a smile on her head. "You think ……who am I?"

The night court smashed her hands almost, and the heart was smashing, and there was a blank. For a long time, his consciousness became numb, the reaction arc became longer, and the words in the ear became distant and empty.

"you……"

"I am not Emma. I know what I looked like when I was a child. I have never burned it." At the beginning of the night, "I am Emma's childhood playmate?"

"You have already counted in your heart?" The eyes of the night court gradually became red, and the voice was hoarse and restrained. "Is it?"

She suspected that she was Emma, ​​so she came back to find her own memory, she... The man did not shed tears, but he was not sad. Is this his Emma?

His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his whole body was restrained with crazy joy and sadness. He was distressed. At the beginning of the night, he was much calmer than him. She didn’t bother and stop crying, just watching him quietly, indifferently "I can't think of it, the night is awkward."

"It doesn't matter." The night's cheeks were against the back of her hand, and a trace of warm tears fell between her fingers. The tall man's body fell on her knees and her shoulders trembled.

It doesn't matter, he said, I remember it.

Those memories are too painful for you, and you forget when you forget.

"Maybe, I am not Emma, ​​just... a bystander." At the beginning of the night, she said indifferently that she couldn't figure out who it was, so she came back to him.

The night court couldn't say a word, but my heart whispered, it doesn't matter. At the beginning of the night, it doesn't matter if Emma is. Before today, he never thought of her as Emma at the age of eight, but she had already engraved him. Bone blood.

"Help me." At the beginning of the night, the thick eyelashes trembled. "I lived for 19 years. I didn't know what to live. I want to know who I am. Where do I come from, where is my family, where my parents are? There are relatives, in my dreams, someone is willing to pay for my life, I am not an ominous child. I am not a child who does not hurt."

"Good!" The night court slammed her into her arms. "At the beginning of the night, whether it is the past, the present, or the future, you are a child who has a pain, someone who loves."

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Girls, ask for the girl’s monthly ticket at the beginning of the month. !

(End of this chapter)