C7 Catechism(7)

Zhuo Ran tightly held the girl in his arms and calmly used his strength. The kite fiercely flew upwards.

Tang Yuvhao's eyes flashed as he gently threw out a palm strike. The kite flew away steadily with the help of the cloud and quickly flew away.

The two red shadows floated like immortals, Ling Yun rode on the cloud and became a pair. As they drifted further and further away, they became little red dots, and finally disappeared into the distant horizon.

Mu Jinmo's chest was burning up and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He shouted in anger, "Uncle Hao, why are you helping him?"

Tang Yuvhao coldly asked, "Why? Who are you to me? What qualifications do you have to question me? "

He had passed his most beloved daughter into his hands, but not only did he not take good care of Xiao Ya, he had also made her so sad. Not giving him a slap was being too polite.

Normally, seeing him stable and reserved, gentle and refined, complementing each other with the lively and lively Little Ya, they could all be said to be a perfect match. Who would have thought that things would turn out like this?

He really didn't know how to judge a person's appearance and heart!

Mu Jinmo felt as if he had suffered a heavy blow. His face was ashen, and his mind was in turmoil. His old injuries receded, and his vision turned dark. He could no longer hold on as he fell backwards.

A terrified female voice sounded from not far away, "Jinmo."

The wedding ceremony quietly ended, leaving behind countless regrets and melancholy …

The sun was setting, and the last rays of light gradually faded from the horizon. The twilight was dark, and the sky was covered with a vast expanse of yellow sand.

Shining stars filled the sky, beautiful dazzling, a hand extended, as if can be plucked.

The fire rose and the smell of roasted lamb legs assaulted his nostrils.

Junyong hugged her legs in a daze as she sat to the side. The firelight illuminated her charming face, leaving behind a few traces of shadow. Her wide clothes made her look especially petite and delicate.

Tia Zhuorann couldn't help but look at it with concern.

"Cry, there's no one here now."

This little girl was so stubborn that nobody knew who she was.

Ever since she was young, she had always seen her mischievous and playful face with a sweet smile. Now that the clouds had covered the sky, it made people's hearts ache.

Junyong glared at him. "Aren't you a human?"

She wasn't going to cry. What was there to cry about?

Tears would only make those who hated her happy and those who truly loved her sad.

Tia Zhuorann was extremely pitiful and didn't show it on his face. He made an ugly face and said, "I'm a monster in water and I'm not human. There's no one else here."

"You're so annoying." She casually picked up the jade pendant from her waist and threw it at him. Seeing that he easily caught it and even lightly blew on it, she suddenly became sorrowful. The pain that she suppressed at the bottom erupted like a flood. "Wow, wow, wow."

There was no one close to her who loved her, nor was there someone who saw her as a joke. There was only a smelly fellow who liked to tease her from time to time.

Crying. Are you alright?

For a moment, tears welled up in his eyes, and his heart was filled with grief.

Countless memories surged into her mind. She was clearly a childhood sweetheart, how could she have formed a relationship behind her back with her closest sister?

"How can he do this to me? You obviously like other people, but you still pretend to have such deep feelings for me. How disgusting. "

"We grew up together. Why did he do this to me? If you don't like me, just say it, I won't pester you to death. "

Wailing with all his might, he said out loud the grievance and confusion in his heart, as complicated emotions surged out crazily.

Her lips were tightly pursed, and her eyes that were as black as ink were even darker than the night sky, as if she was patiently enduring, hesitating to speak, wanting to walk up to comfort him. However, she stopped three steps away, as if she was afraid of something, and her hands tightened into fists.