Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Huang Qingwu watched the horses and flowers in the dream and saw many silhouettes during the Republic of China. It was not like a dream, but like she had actually experienced it.

She also felt the love and affection in her dream, as if having a love relationship.

The love in the flames of fire is always moving, but also with a trace of sadness.

Later, when the man died for her, Huang Qingwu felt the pain and injury again.

Maybe the painful impact was too great, she heard her cry.

"Don't, at the beginning, don't... don't leave me, don't..."

"Dancer... I'm sorry... I can't protect you in the future...you, you...you...don't cry...I feel bad..."

"Don't, at the beginning, don't scare me, don't... you said, you have to protect me, protect me, how can you leave me..."

"Dancer, you forget me, you are good..."

"I don't, at the beginning, don't leave me behind. After you leave me, what should I do, how can you be patient, how can you be willing to leave me."

"If there is another life, another life..."

"If there is an afterlife, I will protect you, I will love you, and will not let you sacrifice for me, or anyone will separate us."

...

The conversation between the last life and death, the pain made Huang Qingwu feel despair again.

"No!"

She yelled and sat up in shock. She felt her cheeks wet. She touched and she cried.

But thinking of all the clear scenes in the dream, Huang Qingwu cried with her face covered.

It hurts, her heart hurts, why is it so.

Obviously so in love.

When Huang Qingwu's crying eyes were swollen, her tears were still flowing.

In the morning, there was a knock on the door outside her hotel, one after another. At first, Huang Qingwu seemed to know nothing but immersed in her despair.

But the knock on the door kept ringing.

Huang Qingwu got out of bed in a trance, and opened the door confusedly.

Han Yichu originally wanted to bring Huang Qingwu breakfast, but when he saw the appearance of Huang Qingwu in the door, he was really shocked.

She was fine last night.

Han Yichu asked carefully: "Qingwu, what's wrong with you? Isn't it uncomfortable? You tell me."

Han Yichu was really worried.

Huang Qingwu looked at Han Yichu, just like that, tears kept flowing down.

She cried and cried, her vision blurred.

Huang Qingwu wiped her tears hard, then looked at Han Yichu, it was him, really he!

Huang Qingwu was crying and laughing.

Han Yichu raised his heart, "Dancing, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

After Han Yichu came in, he closed the door and was about to wipe the tears for Huang Qingwu.

Huang Qingwu took a step back and did not let Han Yichu touch her.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but at first she couldn't make a sound.

"I...you..."

After a while, Huang Qingwu made several sounds.

"Qingwu, what are you going to say?"

Han Yichu felt that he was suffering every day on the two sides of Binghuo, and every time he was worried that Huang Qingwu would have other emotions for him.

As long as she doesn't leave him, even if you beat him and scold him.

Huang Qingwu took a deep breath, "You said, you said I forgot something, right?"

Han Yichu's face was pale, and his hand holding the breakfast bag almost couldn't let go.

He has to use great self-control to control himself, not to lose control, he is really afraid to say something from his mouth.

In this effort, Han Yichu's eyes were blood red, as if he was suffering from pain.

He wanted to say that she should say nothing.

"You said before that I forgot you."

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