No matter how big the mistake she made, Qi Ye will always be the one who feels most desirable to her.

A strange noise came from the edge of the window, and Qi Ye looked up.

A pair of plain white hands pushed away the glass, and a white and thin leg stretched in from outside, followed by another one. The curve of the legs spreading fell into his eyes. Qi Ye's cold eyes went upwards, and the lust that had just been pressed down was ready to move again.

Ye Weilan jumped off the windowsill, happily rushed over and hugged him, and said softly: "Qi Ye, I have a cold..." After that, he sneezes very appropriately.

Qi Ye didn't say anything, walked to the window and closed the window tightly, turned around and looked at his wife with pitiful eyes open, naked, her feet curled up uneasyly.

Qi Ye walked over and picked her up, walked to the bed and lifted the quilt and put it in. The quilt was warm, and Ye Weilan's frozen and cold skin finally felt a little sensation.

Qi Ye turned off the lights casually, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

Qi Ye lay casually beside the bed, looking through the window at the night outside. In the darkness, Ye Weilan couldn't see his expression clearly, but he just felt that he seemed to be in a low mood.

Ye Weilan stretched out a hand from the quilt and hugged his arm, put it in front of her, and she rubbed her face against his palm. Her voice was particularly warm in the night: "Qi Ye, tell me what I want to do to avoid getting angry? I promise I will never have that kind of thought again! You once said, if I die, you go with me, I forgot what you said, I am a bastard..."

Seeing Xiaoxue's thrill of falling downstairs with her own eyes, she was angry and shouted that she would let him kill L, not to worry about her life or death... Such behavior undoubtedly hurt Qi Ye.

He treated her as his life, but she wanted this clear in front of him. It was so unforgivable that she could not forgive her!

Qi Ye hasn't spoken for a long time.

Ye Weilan hugged his arms in his arms and stared at his side with his eyes open.

There was only the sound of clocks ticking around in the room.

I don’t know how long it took, but Qi Ye finally spoke with a faint nostalgia in his tone: “This is the room I lived with my mother when I was a child. At that time, I slept in your seat, and my seat, and she liked to coax me to sleep in her pajamas…”

This is the only warmth in Qi Ye’s dark childhood.

Looking back now, the scene is still very clear. My mother's beautiful face and smile bloomed, and the warmth in her eyes almost melted people. She was a rare moment of dependence in her life.

Unfortunately, it can only appear in memories.

His eyes were fixed at a certain point outside the window. The gentle and beautiful mother had long been gone. Only a cold grave was left standing in the camellia garden, sad and lonely.

Ye Weilan didn't say anything, but just held his arm and tightened his hands and comforted him silently.

Qi Ye would not mention Qi Xue for no reason, nor would he have a sudden idea to bring his family here for a night...

"Lan, you said that if I had been braver at that time, would my mother not have died?"

Ye Weilan was stunned by the question.

When Qi Xue died, Qi Ye was only three years old, one year younger than Xiao Yechen now. How could a three-year-old child not be afraid when facing two vicious people?
Chapter completed!