What to do if your crush is the Earl

27 years ago.

A stormy night.

It was a particularly bad day for Ali.

She fled all the way from Harbor City to a small village called Noah.

She was holding her three-month-old son in her arms.

The Haider family has gone too far, killing them all the way, even the newborn children.

If it weren't for the help of Carl, the oilman, her child might be a little lonely soul by now.

Yali wrapped the cloak tightly around her body. Although the wind and rain made her completely soaked, for the child in her arms, this layer of shelter was better than nothing, and it was very useful.

Today they only had some slices of bread in the morning.

It is still the kind that is sold cheaply in pastry shops when it is stale.

The brewed wheat flour has long since disappeared.

I can't go back to the temporary home.

Yali clutched a small letter in her arms, which contained Shaw's address that Carl gave him.

This young man made a deep impression on her at the beginning, with dark brown hair and black eyes, full of enthusiasm, and most importantly, with a sincere sincerity.

In the down and out days, this young man was her few stars and warmth.

It's the existence of luck when I think of the first encounter.

But maybe it's because I've been in the dark for a long time.

I always feel that being with such a clean existence will defile the other party.

So she only dared to go to the pastry shop occasionally.

Memories and warmth in more days.

After all, they are not all the same.

Look, didn't he finally have a girl he loved deeply?

Ali can also tell the difference.What she has for Xiao is not love, but a yearning and longing for the light.

Therefore, when two people go to different destinations, it is a better choice to reduce interruptions.

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The raindrops fell harder.

Yali walked against the wind, staggering.

The child in her arms was very docile and submissive in her arms, neither crying nor fussing, just feeling the warm lump in her chest, and there was a life clinging to her, jumping.

This is her child.

She was so grateful to have had him.

Lights came slowly ahead.

It's the feeling of a kerosene lamp shaking on the window.

There is smoke and heat.

Ali quickened her pace.

Get closer to each door in the wind and rain, and carefully identify the house number on it.Finally let her find the one on the envelope.

Z910 Shaw.

With a smile on her face, Yali walked over and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and the light became brighter. Beside the candlelight in the room, a little boy with black hair and black eyes about three years old turned his head and looked at her.

The woman who opened the door asked softly, "Hi, may I help you?"