In September, Ying City was still hot and dry, but Ning Xixi seed to have lost all warmth.
The cold engulfed her completely, as pain surged endlessly...
Dad... is dead?
It wasn’t that she never hated Ning Jingshen. She did hate him, hated that he didn’t love her, hated that he wasn’t there for her, hated that while other kids had their parents attend parent-teacher conferences, she only ever had Ning Jingshen’s assistant accompany her.
But she couldn’t forget how good Ning Jingshen was to her when Song Weiyang was alive.
He would let her ride on his shoulders, enjoying the envious glances from other kids; he would secretly buy her little cakes, smiling gently and saying, "Quick, eat, Daddy will keep watch for you, don’t let Mommy find out"; he would lift her high, saying that she was Daddy’s most loved little princess...
Love and hate, resentnt and regret.
All the emotions intertwined, pounding her head with pain, and her left atrium felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down, suffocating and painful.
Her face was pale, and her body wobbled more and more. Fortunately, Gong Xiu’s eyes were sharp and he quickly patted her back.
"Cough it out, don’t choke yourself!" Gong Xiu guessed she couldn’t catch her breath and was blocked up.
Ning Xixi coughed heavily for a while, her small hands clutching his collar, her eyes red like a rabbit’s, helplessly looking up, "The doctor is joking, right? My dad is okay, right?"
Gong Xiu remained silent.
"Say sothing... say sothing..." Ning Xixi asked repeatedly, her voice thick with nasal sound.
Gong Xiu couldn’t give her any response, because he knew clearly that no matter what he said at this mont, it would be a kind of hurt to Ning Xixi.
Lu Qinghe said softly, "Xixi, Mommy will always be your mommy, that will never change... don’t be afraid, child..."
She tried to stroke Ning Xixi’s hair, but Ning Xixi avoided her like a startled bird.
Lu Qinghe’s face looked hurt imdiately, "Xixi, do you still refuse to accept ?"
The senior mbers of the Ning family whispered among themselves, and everyone’s expression made Ning Xixi terrified.
Vaguely, she had a premonition that the Ning family might not hold on.
Song Zhiyang hurried over, seeing Lu Qinghe leading a group of people surrounding Ning Xixi, his face darkened imdiately.
"Move aside!" he said coldly, pushing through the crowd, grabbing Ning Xixi’s wrist, "What are you planning to do to my sister, huh?"
The compelling tone in his voice made Lu Qinghe dare not act rashly.
She tried to wipe her eyes and sobbed softly.
The others dared not offend him and all kept silent.
"Don’t be afraid, I’ll take you away." Song Zhiyang coaxed her softly. Ning Xixi’s legs were too weak to move, so he directly picked her up horizontally and walked out of the hospital.
Lu Qinghe watched his back, and in a private mont, she lightly curled her lips.
...
Song Family.
A servant helped Ning Xixi bathe and change clothes, and she was like a lifeless doll throughout, at their rcy.
Song Grandpa and Song Grandma saw her like this, and both old folks were heartbroken, but didn’t dare show it in front of her, hiding to cry until their eyes were red.
Song Zhiyang took a deep breath, carrying a bowl of noodles over, "Be good, sister, co eat sothing."
Ning Xixi shook her head.
"How about brother feeds you?" Song Zhiyang asked nicely.
"I don’t want to eat..." Ning Xixi sniffed, and Song Zhiyang softened, "Okay, okay, no eating."
"Where’s Ji Yebai?" Ning Xixi suddenly rembered him and asked anxiously.
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