C65 (1/2)

His black eyes were as deep as the night sky as he looked at Xiao Yuelin. The wind from the window blew in, causing the silver hair on Xiao Meng Han's back to flutter in the air.

That silver light hurt Xiao Yuelin. His hand trembled, but he still put the gun down in the end.

”Han Han, let's talk.”

”Alright.” Xiao Meng Han's answer was very straightforward and was beyond Xiao Yue Lin's expectations.

However, in the next second, Xiao Meng Han's figure had already quickly moved to the window. Her slender figure jumped down from the window and only left three words: ”Next time.”

Xiao Yuelin was about to chase after him when a figure jumped out from the corridor and hugged him. Yang Ziying's voice trembled as she shouted: ”Hanhan, run! Your father is here!”

”He's gone.” Xiao Yuelin suddenly felt tired. Just now, Xiao Menghan was quite clear-headed, and this was completely different from the Xiao Menghan he had seen in the basement. Xiao Yuelin wanted to know how his son's body was doing.

Outside the window, as soon as Xiao Meng Han's figure landed, he immediately ran in the direction of where Mo Xiao Yan might have been. Xiao Meng Han's figure landed outside of the window, immediately running in the direction of where Mo Xiao Yan might have been swept away.

Because he was worried that her body wouldn't be able to take it, he didn't run fast enough. His grandmother always kept a respectful distance from cars and forbade Miao Siqing from swinging that thing. Therefore, Miao Siqing usually rode a bus and the only luxury he had was his bicycle.

”Xiao Yan, this is actually very environmentally friendly. It's called a bicycle, it's my private car.” Miao Siqing was riding her bicycle and trying to avoid the main road and the small path. He was very satisfied because the small hand of Jing Xiaoxiao was grabbing onto his clothes from the back of the car.

”I used to ride my bike when I was a kid, but after I fell a few times, I stopped riding it.” Silent Xiao Ran's mood gradually relaxed.

The sound of the wheels rolled across the ground, causing her to absentmindedly return to her childhood. Her father also took her home during the night shift. He rode in front while she sat in the back, swaying as if she was about to fall asleep.

When those words rang again, Jing Xiaoxiao absentmindedly reached out and hugged the cyclist in front of her like she did when she was young. Her head was pressed against his back, and her mind was filled with the scenes of her and her father snuggling together, while tears slowly rolled down Jing Xiaoxiao's cheeks.

He had always known that someone was trying to persuade her father to marry, but his father had refused. He said that he would be satisfied with only one girl and that the child was his. He had the responsibility to raise her into an adult.

He had always told Mo Xiaoxiao that in this world, no one was easier to live in than anyone else. It was just that some people cried out that they would rather die than live, while others silently grit their teeth, forcing themselves to learn how to be strong. He hoped that his daughter was a strong child.

She had always wanted to live a good life, but now, she felt that she did not know how to choose. The life in her stomach …

This was the first time that Miao Shiqing had felt this way. It was sweet and soft, seeping out from her bones and twisting back into his every nerve. Was this the taste of love?

The feeling of loving someone is like flying in the clouds.

The night wind was blowing gently, making Miao Shiqing feel as if she was floating in the air. He had been reluctant to open his mouth to break this beautiful feeling.

It wasn't until the tears of Silent Dye had dampened Miao Siqing's shirt that he realized that there was something wrong with Silent Dye in the back seat.