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Chapter 1739 The World Kiss Me Painfully (3)

The summer night is full of stars and moons, and the evening wind blows gently with a hint of coolness, making the leaves rustle and dissipating some of the heat in the air.

On the balcony, the rose flowers blooming in flower pots are delicate and charming, and the orange-red petals are covered with hazy moonlight, with a delicate fragrance and elegant fragrance, making the quiet night warm and harmonious.

The rose is next to the engraved white railing, and there is a wooden hanging chair full of flower vines about two or three meters away from the railing.

At this time, a beautiful woman in a white silk nightgown was holding a child about three or four years old, with her dark eyes slightly closed, sitting quietly on the hanging chair to enjoy the cool.

Staring at the gate downstairs, the woman seemed to be waiting for something, her eyes were full of anticipation and hope, but as every minute passed, all her emotions finally turned into loneliness and disappointment, and she couldn't help but gently sighed.

Hearing her mother's sigh, Ye Musheng gently tugged on her mother's clothes, and comforted: "It's okay, Mom, if Dad has something to go home, I'll accompany Mom."

Hearing what the child said, the corners of the woman's lips finally curled up slowly, revealing a gentle smile like water, rubbing the head of the boy in her arms, and said with a smile: "Our Mumu is really sensible."

After finishing speaking, the woman patted the child on the back lightly, her eyes swept to the gate again, but she still didn't see the figure she missed in her heart.

But the woman didn't carry the baby back to the house, and seeing Ye Musheng staring at her with watery eyes, she changed the subject to distract herself, and asked, "Mu Mu, speaking of it, mom hasn't asked about it yet." Your dream, what does our Twilight want to do when she grows up?"

Facing the woman's gaze, Ye Musheng's black eyes flickered, and in the woman's smiling gaze, he slowly stretched out his white and tender little hand, and tightly clenched that hand that was still cold even though it was summer.

Immediately, Ye Musheng shook his head slightly, and said, "I don't know, I don't know what I want to do when I grow up."

"Huh?" The woman heard this, rubbed Ye Musheng's head tenderly, and comforted: "It's okay, we Mumu are still young, and sometimes..."

Before the woman finished speaking, she suddenly heard the child in her arms smile and call herself sweetly with a soft voice.

"Mom." Holding her mother's hand tightly, Ye Musheng slowly said what he hadn't finished just now: "I don't know, I don't know what I want to do when I grow up. But I know that no matter what I do, I will always be by my mother's side."

The sunshine in March and the spring breeze in April are not as warm as this sentence.

Hearing what her child said, the woman thought of her husband again in a blink of an eye, her nose turned sore and her eyes turned red, she lowered her head and hugged the sensible child tightly in her arms.

"Mom will also accompany Twilight, and will accompany our Twilight to grow into a big boy..."

As the woman's voice fell, the figure on the balcony gradually blurred into another picture.

In the hospital, amidst the crying of pain, the woman in the delivery room took her newborn child, closed her eyes and passed away forever.

The mother who once promised her child on the balcony that she would meet him when he grew up, just missed the appointment...

From now on...

The child was tied with heavy iron chains, and could only stay in the dark bedroom day and night. If he wanted to die, he could only endure the torture of his biological father...

In the dream, the scene from the past kept repeating. The boy lying on the wooden bed frowned, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he kept mumbling something.

"don't want……"

(End of this chapter)