Ye Weilan's tears suddenly fell, "Master, it was the day when Xiaojiu was captured, his fifth birthday..."&1t;/p>

Perlangodo's fingertips trembled.&1t;/p>

"Xiao Jiu was born half a year ago and I left him. I only celebrated the full moon for him. Later, I was not by his side for four birthdays, and Qi Ye... Qi Ye didn't..."&1t;/p>

"He is more cruel than ordinary children by nature. When he was two years old, he killed the first person without warning..."&1t;/p>

"But he is very well-behaved and really sensible. He has never questioned me why he left him and didn't want him..."&1t;/p>

"He would call me mommy, knowing that I don't like him to kill people, he would suppress his nature and not do anything I don't like him to do..."&1t;/p>

"When he was very young, he would sit in my arms, draw, play the piano, read books..."&1t;/p>

"He can smile, it's that kind of warm smile. He will learn to cook to make me happy. He is so young that he can't even reach anything, but he can make the best food in the world..."&1t;/p>

"When there is danger, he will protect his mother. He is only five years old, but he has done things that many people in this world can never do in their lifetime..."&1t;/p>

"That night, he told me that he would say a few words to Qinghuan and he would come back..."&1t;/p>

"I...I clearly feel that there is danger...but why didn't I stop him..."&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan covered her face with her hands, and tears rolled down her eyes.&1t;/p>

Perlangodo listened quietly, without saying anything.&1t;/p>

In Xiao Yechen's affairs, no matter how much verbal comfort is, it is useless.&1t;/p>

Xiao Yechen…&1t;/p>

He may be born to be lonely and cold-blooded.&1t;/p>

How to describe that child?&1t;/p>

At his ignorant age, his most important mother and father left him, laying a loneliness in his mentality for the young, young and cold-hearted child.&1t;/p>

When he was two years old, his hands were stained with blood. Perhaps from that moment on, killing was destined to accompany him for the rest of his life.&1t;/p>

God gave the couple a chance, but fate was a mess. He finally embarked on that path, and he walked into the darkness with more cruel and ruptured means, and never returned.&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan thought about Xiaojiu in her childhood, thinking of the few smiles, thinking of his dependence when he sat in her arms.&1t;/p>

Her son...&1t;/p>

I used to be so well-behaved...&1t;/p>

A five-year-old child is still so simple and immature. When he encounters danger, most of them will only shout for help. They have done well enough without crying, but her son is not. He uses a gun to draw his gun and can protect his relatives with a knife...&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan's tears rolled down, "Master, I hate it so much..."&1t;/p>

Hate life.&1t;/p>

I hate myself too.&1t;/p>

Even if Xiaojiu comes back, the child’s lost childhood cannot be back.&1t;/p>

His life was destined to be impossible to return to those innocent years...&1t;/p>

Who should pay for everything he lost?&1t;/p>

Perlangodo patted her shoulder and turned to the other side.&1t;/p>

Fate is the most good at playing with people.&1t;/p>

Xiao Yechen was destined to be strong when he was born, and then he became strong and his mother was sad.&1t;/p>

Lan was forced to be strong, but he missed him so much, his fragile and simple appearance.&1t;/p>

A completely different life, who is right and who is wrong?&1t;/p>

Even if this kind of thing is answered, it is useless, because God will not give anyone a chance to start over.&1t;/p>

Time is really the most ruthless thing in this world. (To be continued)&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!