Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

He greeted a bar girl in front of her and hugged the woman away in front of everyone...

That image has condensed into a sharp needle, pricking her heart every time she thinks of it, and the pain spreads like this...

Whether he does it intentionally or not, any move he makes can bring about earth-shaking changes in her life, and every time he pushes her further towards the edge of hell...

She smiled tiredly, feeling so tired, so damn tired![

Well, whatever he says is what it is. ()

She no longer has the strength to be serious and pursue the truth...

Her body was a little stiff as she lay, and she subconsciously wanted to move.

She accidentally touched a wound on her body, her face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out from her forehead.

Ye Yanmo wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with his fingers and frowned slightly: "What? The wound hurts again?"

Yin Yanyan turned her face away from his fingers and closed her eyes slightly: "It's okay. I'm just a little tired."

Her face was so pale that she had just crawled back from hell.

Although Zhang Qingbao did not kill her, he stabbed her more than ten times and drained a lot of blood, causing her to lose too much blood and almost die.

Although the wounds have been sutured one by one now, the massive blood loss still leaves her with little strength.

My body felt as if it had been run over by a roller. Everywhere in my limbs hurt, and I was exhausted to death.

Ye Yanmo's palm paused there for a long while before he withdrew.

He stared at her for a moment and sighed: "Then you should have a good rest. Nothing will happen to you when you wake up."

Yin Yanyan did not open her eyes and fell asleep again.

Ye Yanmo sat there, staring at her face with deep eyes, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

The woman in front of him was his deep love, but it was also he who had caused her the most harm.

How should he go on this journey?

Let go? He is unwilling to do so!

I want to hold it tightly, but I can't open her heart...

He stretched out his fingers and rubbed the center of his brow, sighing tiredly.[

This problem is destined to be unsolvable. Perhaps as I said when I was intimate with her for the first time, the entanglement will last a lifetime...

He stretched out his fingers to gently trace her eyebrows, and brushed her lips lightly, his eyes focused deeply: "Yan Yan, what should I do to you?"

Yin Yanyan, who was sleeping, moved and murmured: "Guozi..."

Does she want a child?

Thinking of that smart and cute little boy, he couldn't explain how he felt in his heart.

Logically speaking, he should hate the existence of that child, but he really couldn't hate that child.

I even like it from the bottom of my heart...

He gently held her hand that was exposed outside the quilt, and rubbed the thin callus of her palm with his fingertips, feeling a dull pain in his heart.

The fingertips opened the string of beads on her wrist, revealing the light pink scar...

My heart suffocated as if I were drowning.

What suffering did she suffer back then?

When was this scar left?

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