"Okay, stop talking."
Fu Yi whispered comfortingly, and gently stroked her small hand with his big hand.
Quan Qiao stared at him and said:
"You are my little baby, since you want to know, I will tell you everything.
After my mother went in, she never came out.
She hemorrhaged profusely and died on the operating table.
No one came to collect her body, and no one took care of me, the newborn baby.
The young nurse said that I was so hungry that I cried and cried until my throat was broken.
It was a new mother who took pity on me and fed me milk powder.
I survived, but the day I was born was the day my mother died...
I never celebrated my birthday in all these years.
Every time I fall asleep, I always dream of that snowy winter filled with blood..."
Quan Qiao lowered her head as she spoke, as if to hide her sadness.
Her voice was also extremely low and hoarse.
Fu Yijun's face was filled with obvious heartache and guilt.
He held her small hand tightly with his big hand and said seriously:
"Don't say that anymore. This time, it's my fault."
He shouldn't have forced her to question him, let alone force her to take her heart seriously.
Quan Qiao lowered her head, a hint of admiration flashing across her eyes that Fu Yi could not detect.
Her acting skills are really amazing!
I was so moved that I cried!
She raised her eyes and continued to gaze at him with tears in her eyes and said:
"Fu Yi, sometimes I don't want to talk to you. It's not that I don't care about you, but I just don't want to talk about my past.
But if you want to know anything else, you can ask me.
I can tell you how I survived, how I begged for a living, how I fought for food with rogue beggars, I can do all that... well..."
Before she could finish her words, Fu Yi's big hand had already covered her lips.
He looked her straight in the eye and said, "No need to say more. I won't ask again."
"Go to sleep, I'll stay with you tonight."
As he spoke, he pushed her down on the bed and pulled the quilt over her.
His tall body lay beside her, his strong arms serving as a pillow for her.
Quan Qiao blinked.
Is this a one-and-done chat?
She couldn't help but look up at Fu Yi: "You really don't want to listen anymore? Actually, I'm fine. It's good to recall some things..."
“No need.”
Fu Yi hugged her and turned sideways to face her.
He said, "The past is the past. From now on, I will be here."
As he spoke, his big hand gently stroked her head, like stroking a kitten's fur.
Quan Qiao then leaned into his arms, her face against his solid chest.
Even through his white shirt, I could feel the warmth of his skin and the masculine chest muscles.
I just... I really want to touch... I really want to rub...
Fu Yi didn't know what she was thinking. He hugged her and felt her thin and fragile figure, and his heart ached.
She is still so young, but she has experienced so much...
As her fiancé, he failed to take good care of her and even exposed her scars.
He deserves to die.
Quan Qiao suddenly rubbed against his arms and asked weakly:
"Fu Yi, promise me that we'll go to the hospital more often in the future, okay?"
In the past, Fu Yi would have refused sternly, or even felt unhappy.
But at this moment, he gently stroked her cheek with his big hand:
"good."
One word, agree willingly.
In the darkness, Quan Qiao curled her red lips, then raised her head and gently kissed his lips.
Fu Yi's body stiffened slightly. He grabbed her thin shoulders and pushed her away.
Quan Qiao frowned: "What's wrong? I want to kiss you... I want to divert my thoughts..."
Fu Yi gazed at her softly in the cool moonlight:
"Don't move. This time, it's my turn."
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