The room door was gently pushed open.

There was a slight sound of footsteps walking to the edge of the bed.

She sat down beside the bed, looking at the beautiful boy leaning against the head of the bed, closing his eyes to rest, and a gentle smile appeared on her face, as if she had been countless times, she called out, "Xiao Jiu..."

Ye Chen, who is in his twenties, is still the child who has not grown up in his mother's eyes.

Ye Chen opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with purple, without any emotion, "I won't thank you."

Ye Weilan stretched out her hands and hugged him. She placed her chin on his shoulders and gently closed her eyes. Whether in her childhood or now, she was close to her son in such an intimate position for the first time.

"Xiao Jiu has grown up, and he has the power of your father in his arms. Mommy can no longer hold you in his arms..."

Ye Chen looked at her white forehead and her gentle and sad eyebrows. The fragile wind could melt away when she looked fragile.

The wind blows the dark purple curtains, and the air is filled with the fragrance of roses.

"No matter how sad or regretful you are, Xiaojiu will never come back."

How should the dead person come back?

Ye Weilan opened her eyes and looked at him. There was a trace of sadness in her eyes. Her simple white fingers stroked his face little by little. "Mommy has always regretted it. At that time, why didn't I go to save you as soon as possible..."

"Since you were born, I have been hurting you all the time..."

"You were only half a year old when I left you. I knew that you would be lonely and sad when you left your mother, but I still left you..."

"Later, again and again, I've been leaving you behind..."

"I thought I was doing your own good, but I ignored what you wanted most. Xiaojiu would rather encounter danger than want the warmth of home..."

"Until later, Mommy finally tasted the feeling of loneliness that was left behind again and again. It was so sad and painful..."

In this world, there is nothing, and feelings are more important.

If she and Qi Ye could give up all their worries at the beginning, this child would not be hurt again and again and towards final destruction.

Being one step late and regretting for a lifetime.

But Ye Weilan understood this enlightenment too late.

"Xiaojiu," Ye Weilan looked at him sadly, "I'm sorry..."

Ye Chen watched her tears fall one by one, falling on the back of his hand, smudged into a hot heat.

He looked at the tears and thought of the delicate and pink child, with a childish and cold smile on his face and a soft heart, and would show a grievance to get the attention of his mother...

"Your sorry, he can't hear it..."

Ye Weilan's tears rolled down her face. She grabbed his wrist, choked and couldn't speak.

Xiao Yechen looked up at the window, and red roses were flying all over the sky, blooming charming flowers in the lonely night, "Do you want to know how Xiaojiu died?"

Ye Weilan opened her eyes wide and looked at him.

Ye Chen stared out the window with a stern night wind. His tone was still cool on the night, with the color of memories...

"He has always believed that you will come to save him. You said that your life is more important. If he hurts a little, you will suffer a lot. But when he is so painful, why don't you feel pain? Why should you smile at another child at that time?"

"It was you... who killed Xiaojiu with your own hands..."
Chapter completed!