"Snapped--"

Gentle book slapped the table, turned and went back to the room.

The steward couldn't persuade Wen Rou, so he could only sigh a long time, turn around and leave.

*********************Special dividing line for Dongfang Aoshi************************ ***********

"Uncle! Uncle! Uncle!" Xiao Yaohua rushed all the way, shouting all the way.

Dongfang Aoshi fell into a drowsy sleep, vaguely heard someone calling him, frowned, and got up from the soft couch.

In the face, a small cannonball rushed over like this.

"Uncle!" Xiao Yaohua jumped on top of him, "I'm here to see you."

"Are you finally free today?" Dongfang Aoshi asked sourly.

"I'm free every day." Xiao Yaohua said innocently without hearing the grievance in his heart.

"I'm free every day, why come now?" Dongfang Aoshi pinched his tender face.

"Because my aunt will be angry!"

Dongfang Aoshi paused, "Is...is she still angry?"

Xiao Yaohua tilted her head and thought for a while, "It should be."

"should?"

"My aunt often sits alone in a daze, and then cries secretly."

"Is she crying?" Dongfang Aoshi's heart twitched.

"Yes." Xiao Yaohua nodded, "Uncle, why is Auntie crying?"

"That's because..." Dongfang Aoshi seemed to be choked with something hard in his throat, "Uncle has done something to sorry her..."

"What's the matter? Does uncle not let aunt eat?" Xiao Yaohua asked innocently.

In his eyes, having nothing to eat is the most important thing.

"No... it's more serious than this."

"It's more serious than this?" Xiao Yaohua frowned deeply, criticizing fiercely, "Then uncle must be a villain!"

"That's right." Dongfang Aoshi's voice was hoarse, "This king is indeed a villain."

"Apologize for doing something wrong." Xiao Yaohua, "Apologize, and Auntie will forgive you."

"Will it?" Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lower lip mockingly, he didn't feel that if he apologized, Gentle would forgive himself.

Before, he always thought that if he got back his gentle soul and apologized well, everything would be over.

But now...

Dongfang Aoshi is not sure.

If Ruan just died of the plague, maybe he apologized, and Ruan could forgive herself.

However, he let her suffer such humiliation before she died...

In this life of gentleness, it is impossible to forgive myself again.

Dongfang Aoshi closed his eyes in pain.

"Uncle, don't be sad, Yaohua will help you." Xiao Yaohua couldn't bear the sadness of her favorite uncle, so she touched his face distressedly to comfort him.

"Thank you, Yaohua is very obedient." Dongfang Aoshi grabbed his tender hand, "However, uncle's mistakes are too serious to be forgiven."

"No, no! My aunt is very good, she will forgive you, I have a solution! Uncle, don't cry." Xiao Yaohua wiped his face anxiously, frantically.

Did he cry?

Dongfang Aoshi reached out and touched his eyes lightly.

Sure enough, his fingertips were wet.

Dongfang was proud and dumbfounded.

"Uncle, Yaohua will definitely help you! Don't cry!" Xiao Yaohua desperately promised.

"I didn't cry, the wind was too strong, and I got sand in my eyes." Dongfang Aoshi quickly wiped the moisture from his eyes when he lost his composure in front of a child.

"Is it sand? Yaohua blows it for you." Xiao Yaohua came up and blew it.

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