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the wind rolled up the dark clouds, and the darkness devoured the cold night.

After a while, thunder and heavy rain.

The door of a Gothic villa was opened and two figures were pushed out rudely from inside.

"Shameless bitch! The reputation of the Ji family has been ruined by you! Get out of here with this little bastard

Summer Lily was pushed down on the ground, she did not care whether he was injured, hurriedly will one side of the small figure tightly protect in the arms.

The cold rain fell on their faces and the pain spread to their chest.

"Mom, why are they driving us out?"

The five-year-old girl doesn't understand, their luggage has been thrown out, they will have no home?

"Seven seven, mom, I'm sorry for you!"

Summer Lily hugged her daughter, picked up one side of the luggage, tears back to the stomach, with a body of confusion, step by step out of the villa.

After they left, a black RV chased after them.

In the old house.

Late at night, the girl was woken up by a strange sound. Her small body did not know when it was hidden under the bed. She sobbed and tried to climb out, but was pushed inside by both feet.

The bed is shaking violently.

She heard the pain of summer Lily whimper, accompanied by a man's rough low roar, the charming atmosphere filled the whole room

I don't know how long later, she heard a heavy sound of closing the door. Xiao Qiqi climbed out of the bed with the strength of sucking, but saw her mother lying naked on the bed, covered with startling scars.

Under the snow-white sheet, the red bloodstain blooms enchanting.

On the bed, Xia Baihe's breath is weak, her hand greedily caresses the little girl's face, the breath is disordered, "seven seven, mother can't You must remember that you will always be the daughter of Ji Zhixing

"When you grow up, remember to bury my ashes with your father's..."

"Mother! You don't want to die

The little girl weeps helplessly. She knows that her mother is leaving her

"Seven seven, mother loves you!"

The temperature on the hand slowly disappeared, summer Lily's eyes also slowly closed.

At the age of five, Xia Qixi lost the two most important things in her life, home, and her mother

Fifteen years later.

Night is coming. It's another rainy day.

The Cemetery outside the city is very powerful today, because there is a high-ranking nobleman buried here - Ji Zhixing!

The place where Ji Zhixing was buried has been filled with two rows of solemn people in black, headed by Ji Zhixing's son and younger brother.

After burning the paper, kowtowing, the crowd scattered, a car slowly drove away from the cemetery.

At this time, a graceful figure, holding a black umbrella, walked slowly in the quiet cemetery, and her hand, still holding an urn.

The girl has a beautiful face, delicate features, bright eyes, skin revealed an unusual white, long hair was blown by the wind, everywhere, left a refreshing fragrance.

She went to the tombstone of Ji Zhixing and looked at the smiling man's face in the photo.

Tears inadvertently fall, she threw away the umbrella in her hand, a deep bow.

"Dad, come back with mom on July 7..."

When she was five years old, she and her mother were driven out of the Ji family and left the hometown for nearly 15 years.