In the center of the orchard, a child was holding a small shovel and digging a small piece of soil, revealing a corner of a book page.
A strong feeling of loneliness crept into Zhu Yuan's mind, making her want to cry unconsciously.
She shrugged, gently hugged Baimu's head, and reached out to gently stroke his hair.
She didn't know what Bai Mu had experienced to have such a look in his eyes, but from this moment on, she just wanted to hug him gently and soothe his past wounds.
"It's okay. I'm here. Everything will be okay. I'll protect you."
She muttered to herself, but Bai Mu felt nothing.
He just felt it was strange, but the feeling of being hugged and patted on the head was quite nice...
It's a wonderful feeling I've never had before.
Ya's throat rolled, and she seemed to realize that something was wrong. She quickly stepped forward and pulled Zhu Yuan away, "Let me see."
As she spoke, she also imitated Zhu Yuan and looked at Bai Mu.
In just a few seconds, she felt a deep loneliness, and deeper still, she felt a rage like fire, a rage that wanted to burn everything clean.
"Huh, Baimu, how old are you?"
Bai Mu touched his chin, "Eighteen years old, what's wrong?"
"Eighteen years old..."
Ya picked up her vodka, took a big gulp, and then kissed Baimu.
While kissing, he fed her the wine in his mouth.
"What? Ugh!"
"Drink a little wine, it'll do you good. That's how I got here before."
After she finished feeding him one bite, she immediately fed him a second bite.
Bai Mu quickly turned his face away, "Then why don't you just give me the wine..."
Ya swallowed the wine in one gulp and said, "Because I want to drink too. It's faster this way."
She still felt it was not enough, so she stood up and picked up two bottles of vodka from the side, handed one to Baimu, and opened the other herself.
"drink."
"Drinking too much is not good."
Ya glanced at Bai Mu and said, "Don't you feel uncomfortable keeping so many things in your heart?"
Bai Mu shook his head. He didn't feel uncomfortable anywhere.
"Then you should drink even more. You're already numb, which is a very dangerous state. Come with me upstairs to watch the stars, and tell me about your past."
After she finished speaking, she picked up the bottle and started drinking.
There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart, but people with a dead heart often do not realize it and still think they can go on living strong.
This kind of person is the most fragile. Sometimes, with just a thought, they will suddenly disappear from the world completely in the next second.
I will save you. This is my duty as a wife.
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