Granting You Deep Feelings, May You Treasure It

Then, he looked back at the car parked behind him in the rear mirror.

"She is in a bad mood, I will take her home first."

Hua Jinan said.

Sitting in the car behind was Liang Xinchen, a senior official in Liangcheng.

If his identity appeared in the police station, it would definitely cause commotion, so he waited for them in the car.

Although, without his words, this matter will not be mentioned on the desktop.

However, this position also brought him a lot of inconvenience.

At this time, it was noon.

"Go back after eating!" The man's tone was affirmative, and he did not ask for advice.

Su Bei did not speak, so the carriage fell silent.

After a while, Subei's hoarse voice rang softly, "I want to go home!"

Hua Jin froze for a moment, and then realized where she was talking about home.

"You are in a bad mood today, so don't go back."

"Always tell them." The woman said softly, her voice low.

Hua Jinan said, "Then don't rush at this moment. You are in such a bad mood now. After you go back, you don't have a good control, doesn't it make grandma and mother more sad?"

Subei took a deep breath, silence equals an answer;

Hua Jinan chose a quiet and warm restaurant. Knowing that she must have no appetite now, he ordered a few light dishes.

Subei sat there with his cheek in his hand, his eyes kept falling out of the window.

The sun was shining outside the window, and the willows were drawing leaves. It was already spring.

It was originally a season of hope, but it happened that she ushered in gray despair.

Hua Jinan stretched over and held her other hand resting on the table.

Surprisingly ice.

The man's eyebrows are entwined with distress, "We can't control birth, old age, sickness and death, let alone your father has been dead for so many years?"

She remained calm and looked out the window without blinking.

Hua Jin’an’s face grew deeper and deeper, “I know that once some things are ignited, hope will be out of control. In the end, the hope is great, the despair will be deep. If you want to be sad, I can only accompany you. Because this is Human nature."

The man said softly, "But, you have to remember. Sometimes reality is cruel, and you will have to face your lover and our son."

The woman's eyelashes moved, and then she muttered, "Do you know? What is this to me?"

Without waiting for Hua Jin'an to speak, she said again, "I thought that the misery that the naivety committed back then would bring to the family one less."

She cast her eyes on Hua Jinan, "I really hope that my father can live. When I first went to jail, my mother went to see me and she told me that my father was dead. I killed him."

The woman's eyes were as black as ink, revealing the despair and self-blame that Hua Jinan had never seen before.

The crystal tears slipped and fell out of the moist eyes without warning.

Then she rolled her lips and smiled, "After my family is broken, I can't afford to die. Because it is me who caused the broken house, and it is also my responsibility in the broken house. I'm not dead, I'm sorry Dad. This kind of can't survive and die again. No one can understand the feeling of being incapable."

The man's chest suddenly exploded, and the smile rolled up on the woman's lips was clearly a mockery of herself.

In the years that passed, the pain she experienced was far from anyone's imagination.

He feels distressed, very distressed, distressed and even blames himself heavily in his heart, why didn't he meet her a few years earlier?