"Cat," he gently followed her back, looked down at her in his arms and sighed, "do you know? The day of your accident, when you were taken away by Jenny, may have been the moment you were injured.

I'm like you, my chest hurts so much that I almost died... Cat, if it hurts, just shout out..."

Although he was really reluctant, he was willing to endure anything as long as she could feel better.

"No!" She shook her head hurriedly, crying almost to the point of despair, "No, A-Qing, no..."

"Okay, let's not talk anymore, let's not talk anymore..." He was caught off guard and didn't know how to comfort her. What should he do to her? What should he do so that she wouldn't feel sad anymore?

"Just tell me, is he dead? I strongly feel that he is no longer here..."

She looked at him pitifully. She had never begged herself so sadly. He clenched his fists and unclenched them, but there was no trace of anger or anger on his face covered with clouds. Instead, he had to endure it and repeated

Following her back, he nodded with difficulty and told her: "Yes...Qian Xiaojue killed him...and then committed suicide..."

If she must face it, if she must go crazy, he will accompany her. Whether it is heaven or hell, whether mad or devil, he will accompany her!!

However, she was neither crazy nor stupid. She just lowered her head and buried her face in his arms, crying until her heart broke...

Why are you so sad? Fool, why can't you tell him?

He waited for her and grieved with her.

Maybe she was really tired from crying, and after the heartbreak, she calmed down. Her eyes had become red and swollen, but the grievances and sadness in her heart were vented. It was better to cry than not to cry, which made He Lianqing feel relieved.

But she was still a little lost, her dull eyes staring at the sea in front of her without any expression. He became more and more uneasy. Although she was sitting, he still hugged her gently from behind uneasily.

When he put his hand on her shoulder, she finally spoke.

Forty hours had passed since she learned about the deaths of Ye Feihan and Qian Xiaojue. She cried for half an hour, and her voice became hoarse and had a thick nasal sound.

"It turns out I'm not an orphan."

Helian Qing's hand paused. Is this... what to say? He held her shoulders tightly with his big hands and held her in his arms, allowing her to lean against him.

"I have a family, a father, and a mother. Although my father is a drug addict and my mother is a gambler and an alcoholic, they are indeed my biological parents. I even remembered their appearance... My name is Ah

Nine, because I am my father’s ninth child, but my mother’s first.”

Qian Xiaojiu did not raise her head, maybe because the self in the memory was too inferior, so she did not dare to raise her head to look into his eyes. Knowing that she was born like that, would he still cherish her as he did before?

"My father had nine children in total. He married, divorced, and remarried different women. He wasted much of his originally rich family fortune. His last wife was my mother, and the other children also followed him.
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