Third Master, your painting style is crooked again

Chapter 41

"Mom, why did they treat me like this? I have done so much for the Yuan family, and they still want my hand... just because I am not your child?"

Thinking of my struggle alone in my previous life, thinking of my grievances and persistence, Yuan Feiqian's small face was leaning against the tombstone, tears poured down from her chin, and wet her clothes.

It fell in front of the stele and wet the ground.

The night wind blew past, bringing a bit of chill, but she couldn't feel it at all.

There was nowhere for her to say what was in her heart, only in front of the tombstone, crying until she was exhausted, her voice was hoarse, and her consciousness was confused.

Even a tall black shadow stood behind her, she didn't know it at all.

……

It's like being roasted in a strong fire, and it's like a knife is slowly cutting in the heart.

Yuan Feiqian felt that she was hot and aching all over. The pain made her grab the position of her heart and tried to tear it apart, but she was imprisoned by something and was powerless.

She struggled uncomfortably, like a fish thrown on the shore, gasping for breath, as if even her throat was scorched, it was so dry and sore.

Finally, a slight coolness touched her lips, and then a stream of sweet spring flowed into her mouth, quenching the fire in her throat and reaching her heart.

She gulped down the sweetness and coldness greedily, and felt that the flames that scorched her whole body were gradually extinguished a lot.

She felt something touching her cheek, a slightly rough rubbing with a bit of itching.

She turned her head and rubbed it, but did not avoid it.

Trying to open his eyes, the tall figure blocked the light, but he could see the face of the person in front of him clearly.

This person, she has liked for so long.

It's a pity that there is no fate in the end.

She planned not to like him in this life, but she kept it in her heart for a long time, and now she still appeared in her dreams.

Thinking of her enigmatic life experience and the lonely struggle in her previous life, the sadness in her heart was gradually replaced by grievances, and it flooded her heart.

Tears welled up, slid down the corners of his eyes, and dripped onto the pillow.

Seeing this, Qing Yishen hurriedly stood up, and while wiping her tears, asked, "What's wrong with Qianqian? Is there any other discomfort?"

Yuan Feiqian listened to this familiar voice, and seeing his nervous appearance, the grievance in his heart became more and more flooded.

In an instant, tears flowed like a fountain.

Even she herself didn't know why she couldn't suppress herself so much when facing Qing Yishen, and she burst into tears.

"Qianqian, is there something wrong? Let the doctor come and take a look at you?" Qing Yishen looked at her crying, flustered.

Yuan Feiqian shook his head and said nothing, just hugged his hand and began to cry.

Her cry was very low, but it was full of grievances, which made Qing Yi feel restless with deep heartache.

He could feel the warm tears falling, pooling, and flowing on the hand he was hugging.

Qing Yishen leaned forward to protect her in her arms, even though her heart ached in every way, she could only let her cry.

It's better to cry out than to hold it in.

After a long time, hearing her sobbing, Qing Yi kissed her hair deeply, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Qianqian, I'm here, if you have anything to tell me, I'll help you."

For a long time, Yuan Fei looked at him with tears in his shallow eyes, and his mouth shrunk: "I want to leave here."

Qing Yishen said: "Okay, I will accompany you."

Yuan Feiqian choked up and said, "I want to go abroad."

Qing Yishen asked: "When do you want to leave?"

Yuan Feiqian said, "Now."

(End of this chapter)