Luo Yi felt a surge of fear, and shouted like that without thinking about it.

Even Song Le, who tried his best to calm down, was stunned by his red eyes.

Song Le can't help being soft-hearted towards him.

Whenever he quarreled and refused to let her sleep, no matter how angry she was, seeing him squint and smile, there was nothing she could do, and she lost her temper;

Whenever he pestered her to read those scripts, no matter how impatient she was, she had no choice but to read to him slowly;

Whenever he thinks of him being so innocent that he doesn't even know what it is to kiss or like, Song Le will be funny and warm, but now, all that is left is a sore nose.

He didn't know anything, why she couldn't bear it, why she felt lonely.

This time...she couldn't be soft-hearted anymore.

Biting her lip and breaking free from him, Song Le said in a low voice: "Don't do this..."

"I'm really tired, don't drag me back to those endless days, just be, just beg you."

Once waited, then feared.

Worrying about when he would stop liking her, and looking forward to seeing him too much, she became so easily disappointed and fell into a low ebb.

Such an out-of-control emotion is not good, it is too bad.

After Luo Yi heard her 'begging', his complexion turned pale instantly, and he was almost unable to utter a complete sentence.

The thin lips trembled, and he kept admitting his mistakes, like a child who did something wrong but could not be forgiven, and was terrified.

……

When he was young, he was beaten by his father once.

Because he was rude to the 'mother on the painting'.

Although the royal father resented her, he still couldn't give up his love for her, let alone seeing or hearing others say that she was not even a little bit bad.

His father asked him to call the woman in the painting his mother, but he refused.

At the end, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "I don't have that kind of cold mother"!

Then he was slapped so hard that he fell to the ground immediately.

His father looked at him as if he was looking at a stranger.

At that moment, he felt a bone-chilling coldness.

In the pain, he understood one thing——

Even if it is the emperor who pampers him in every possible way, it is only because of that 'mother' that he treats him well and 'loves' him.

Aiwu and Wu's love.

So, when she was taking care of 'it' so carefully, thinking of 'it' in every way, even smiling so tenderly and brightly at a 'it' who couldn't speak or complain, he couldn't help it. up.

He just wanted this person to be his forever, and he wanted to give her all the good things, no matter how much he didn't like doing that.

It's been like this since he was a child - when he was still young, he could only wander around the palace like a kitten, and when he saw something he liked and beautiful, he would secretly hide it and dig a hole to bury it.

At that time, he thought that if someone came to play with him, he would give it all to that person.

But no.

Some people are afraid of him, some people please him, some people despise him, and some people lie to him.

Only no one loves him, plays with him, and treats him sincerely.

but……

Now this one and only her, beg him not to do this again.

Luo Yi's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of ruthless hands, nails were embedded in it, blood came out from the grasp, and it was bloody and bloody.

He did not know how many apologies he made, and he did not know how many mistakes he admitted.

In the end, he actually choked up and sobbed in fear and discomfort.

Mingming has never cried since she was a child, and she never cried when she was no longer helpless or confused.

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