The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

From the capital to Tongliao, that was the first time I lived in a guest room. I used to live in the woodshed. The woodshed was cold, dirty and smelly, so I couldn't sleep well. Whenever there is any sign of trouble, I will wake up with a start. As soon as the words started, it was easy to continue, but she lowered her voice while talking, On the night of my birth, I lived in the guest room. The pillow is so soft, the quilt is so fluffy, once I lie down on the bed, I can't get up again, and I fell asleep before I even had time to take off my clothes...

Girl, it's not your fault, Zhong Mingwei heard her talking about the past that he had never mentioned to him, Zhong Mingwei's heart throbbed with pain, he stretched out his hand and pulled Meiya into his arms, clasped the back of her head and let her go She was pressed against his chest, and Zhong Mingwei gently rubbed her hair with his chin, and said softly, Girl, it's not your fault, it's destiny.

No, no, you don't know. When she spoke again, Meiya's voice was filled with tears, Zhong Mingwei, you don't know. That night, I vaguely heard some movement next door in my sleep. I knew it was from Miss Duan's room, but I was so sleepy that I didn't want to get up at all, and I didn't even have the time to think about it, so I just fell asleep and fell asleep, and the next day... Meiya Crying a little out of breath, she wrapped her hands tightly around the man, her lips twitched violently, as if as soon as she opened her eyes, she could see Miss Duan hanging on the beam, Second God, as soon as I opened the door of Miss Duan's room, I saw the round stool rolled aside. That night, I clearly heard the movement. As long as I would go to the next door to check, Miss Duan, she would not die. But I, I don't even bother to get out of bed...

But, in the end, I was guilty. Later, I found out that you are not in good health, and we have no destiny to have children in this life. I thought, is this the retribution God gave me? Is it punishing me for not helping me? Ya burst into tears, every word filled with remorse, If I, I saved Miss Duan that night, wouldn't it be... Could it be that your body would be fine...

Girl, it's not your fault! It's not your fault! Zhong Mingwei suddenly hugged Meiya even tighter, he didn't care if it would hurt her, he just hugged her tightly, wishing to hug the girl in his arms As if rubbing into her body, Girl, it's because she doesn't want to live anymore. Even if you saved her that time, she won't be grateful to you, and even hate you for stopping her. If she didn't succeed this time, she would still Will look for other opportunities, girl, you can't save a person who is determined to die, do you know? God can see clearly from above, so how can he punish you? Girl, Duan's death has never had anything to do with you .”

Meiya was still crying, Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything anymore, just hugged her like this, and let her cry in his arms, he knew that the girl had been holding back all this time, and he probably wanted to cry like this for a long time one game...

How should I feel sorry for her?

Zhong Mingwei panted softly, his distressed facial features changed, his whole face was full of guilt and pity, it would be great if he noticed it earlier, if only he could care more about Meiya Zhong Mingwei recalled last Qingming Festival when Meiya knelt down in the muddy water and said Miss Duan, I'm sorry. Duan Rulan's name came into his door, but he didn't know that there was another layer of cause and effect. Now that he thinks about it, Zhong Mingwei feels that his heart is about to break.

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