Chapter 207 (1/2)

I remember that time in England, she got up from the river and walked in a strange street like a walking corpse.

Body shivering with cold, pale face, purple lips, but there is no pain in the heart of the fierce.

I feel that I don't know where to go, and I don't know the meaning of living.

No relatives, no friends, no lovers.

Abandoned by relatives, forgotten by friends, hated by lovers.

However, in such a desperate time, she saw an Asian give a beggar a euro, smile.

Black eyes, black hair, yellow skin.

Living in a foreign country and seeing people of the same color, they feel very warm.

At that time, she was penniless, her whole body was still wet, and she did not know where the courage came from. She went to the man and asked in Chinese, ”can I hold you?”

The man looked at her in surprise.

Shuimiaomiao doesn't give the man any room to refuse. She reaches out and hugs him. She feels his warm body temperature, which is conveyed to her body a little bit, and her repressed mood suddenly collapses.

”I'm so sad, so sad, my heart is like broken, and I can't put it together again. I want to go home, but I don't have a home. ” Shuimiaomiao finished, closed his eyes, tightly hugged the strange man, and began to cry without restraint.

She cried for a long time, from quiet tears to whining, then to wailing, until the sun set.

And that man, so straight standing in the street, let her put his chest clothes are crying wet, motionless.

Now, Shen Mo Chen gives her the feeling like that time.

She lifted her drooping hand and wanted to hold Shen Mo Chen for warmth. Finally, she put it down.

She knows that some men's warmth is only temporary. After warming, they will feel more cold.

Shen Mochen belongs to Li Sisi, not her.

She knows that.