Chapter 971 I Want to Marry Her
That was the sound of a girl crying.
It was sharp and hysterical, and even though the voice was childish, one could already hear the shadow of pain.
The voice reached the young man's ears from afar, causing him to pause as he was about to walk out.
His jaw tightened, he swallowed, and then turned back outside the door.
The old man who had just pointed a gun at his head was now holding a little girl tightly, but the girl was struggling to throw herself towards the coffin in the center of the mourning hall.
“Mom! Mom!”
The sharp cry was like the tender wail of a young bird after losing its mother, and it almost broke its throat.
She was still wearing a princess dress, but she no longer shone with the sparkle and princess-like grace she had under the lights during the day.
The smile that was brighter than the sun completely disappeared, replaced by a blank pain.
Still ignorant of the world, he was caught off guard by the death of his mother, feeling confused and pure pain.
She may not understand or comprehend why her mother, who gently woke her up in the morning, changed her clothes, and pulled her ears to teach her not to be naughty, now lies there motionless and speechless in the blink of an eye.
So she cried sadly and confusedly.
The sound struck his heart directly, almost breaking it with each beat, causing him to bleed with guilt.
"Let's go."
The grandfather's old and helpless voice rang in his ears. The boy tightened the camera on his chest, which still contained the girl's brilliant smile. In his pocket, there was also her sapphire that he picked up from the grass pile in the corner.
He lowered his eyes and turned back, his voice was hoarse and cold.
"Grandpa, I want to marry Xia Yunduan."
The boy, who was not even fifteen years old, decided his marriage so calmly on the day of his mother's funeral, listening to the girl's cries.
At this time, he didn't know that in the future he would give his whole heart and all his feelings for this sentence.
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At first it might just be responsibility.
He has always been a man of his words.
Before she died, Madam Xia asked him to see her daughter more often. So he always found time to come to Yungang, but he never went into the Huo family or appeared in front of her. The boy would often just glance at her from afar to see if she was happy, whether she was being bullied, and whether she was growing up healthily.
Later, this kind of responsible care became a habit.
Until he was fifteen, after his parents died, in the long and complete darkness, the girl's smile that remained in his memory became something he particularly longed for.
Those silent visits became the only bright spots in life.
After the hard training, the life-threatening journey, and the mission that left him covered in scars, the girl's vivid image was deeply engraved in his blood like a drug.
So even if he had to change planes several times, even if he was exhausted, even if he was not sure he could see her, he would still turn his limited rest time into long and repetitive journeys.
And the promise of "I will marry her" became the only future he looked forward to as the girl grew into a young woman.
He also worked hard for it for a long time and did a lot.
The eighteen-year-old boy bought a house for the first time with his own money, and designed it according to the drawings drawn by the girl in a design class at school.
He prepares for the future he envisions for himself every day, and his hard-working and hands-on attitude does not compromise in the slightest just because he is a young master.
But he forgot that the girl who never knew he existed was more likely to say no.
She never knew his sacrifices, nor did she know his delusional unrequited love.
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