She patted Qinghuan on the shoulder and turned to look for other children.

Ye Weilan took Qinghuan's hand and returned to the room. She looked at the somewhat messy desktop, which was less than usual. The diary was missing. The table was too clean. I guess the owner had cleaned it up in a hurry just now...

She pulled Qinghuan to sit down at the table, looking at the other party's pale face, her voice was soft, "Qinghuan."

Qinghuan didn't dare to look at her eyes, lowered her head, her voice was a little hoarse, as well as ever, "Hmm?"

Ye Weilan paused for a moment and asked, "You know, right?"

Qinghuan's body stiffened. After a while, she suppressed her crying and replied tremblingly, "Yes."

Ye Weilan hugged her lovingly and said softly, "Qinghuan, you can cry..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qinghuan lay in her arms and cried loudly. She cried heartbrokenly, her heartbroken, her whole body twitched, and her tears fell from her eyes like crystal pearls, which quickly wet Ye Weilan's clothes.

Ye Weilan felt guilty. If it weren't for her, Qinghuan wouldn't have left her mother when she was so young, and the life of this little girl would not have been changed.

But if she hadn't met her, how good would the fate of this little girl be after her mother died of a terminal illness?

At this point, we have long been unable to tell the right or wrong. Living people must live better.

Qinghuan cried in Ye Weilan's arms for a long time, venting all the fear, grievance, sadness and sorrow that had been around these days.

Ye Weilan gently stroked her long and said softly, "Qinghuan, your mother loves you very much. She is in heaven. I must hope you can live a good life. Xiaojiu will protect you. He once said that no matter how arrogant and willful you are in your life, he will protect you..."

Qinghuan moved her pale lips and wanted to say something, but she found that she couldn't speak at all.

What can she say?

Ye Chen gave her enough, but the only thing he could not give her was that she couldn't ask for it.

Ye Weilan looked at the little girl's sad eyes and suddenly felt a little sad.

The eight major sufferings of life, birth, old age, illness, death, sorrow, grief, hatred, love and separation, and seeking without seeking...

Among them, the hardest thing to be able to get is torture that cannot be obtained no matter what, and this torture is endless...

"Qinghuan," Ye Weilan looked at her and gently comforted her, "Without mom, you still have Xiaojiu. In the future... no matter who you like, Xiaojiu will be your strongest backing."

"There are many excellent men in this world. Qinghuan should go out and take a look more. One day, you will find a man who is wholeheartedly good to you."

"Even if you never marry for the rest of your life, he will protect you under your wings for the rest of your life..."

In the quiet room, the crying sounds accompanied by gentle soothing sounds, which lasted for a long time. It was not until dark that Ye Weilan walked out of the door.

Ye Yan was outside the door and saw his sister coming out, he stepped forward and asked, "Lan, how are you doing?"

"I fell asleep," Ye Weilan was helpless and a little pity. "I have said everything I can say. If you have the rest, you can see if Huan can figure it out..."

No one can help another person forever.

Ye Yan understood this truth. The two beautiful young women stood there for a long time before driving home.
Chapter completed!