Chapter 471 No One Can Replace This Kind of Pain (2)

Chapter 471 No one can replace this kind of pain (2)

Blood gushed out all at once, but he stood still, letting her bite and let her vent.

Pei Qiqi couldn't cry, she just bit him and said hoarsely, "Tang Yu, I'm not sad."

"Yes, I'm not sad." She lay on his shoulder and said softly.

But when she closed her eyes, all she saw was Zhao Ke's face.

The lofty ones, the mean ones, the tragic ones - all of them are Zhao Ke.

Pei Qiqi lost her strength, so she lay on Tang Yu's shoulder, motionless.

For a long time, her tears fell down...

That person hated her, and she also hated the person who gave birth to her.

However, the woman who always gave birth to her stayed in Zhao Ke's stomach for more than nine months.

Zhao Ke is dead...she has no mother.

Never again.

Not even a chance to be hugged...

Pei Qiqi was crying and laughing, she broke away from Tang Yu's embrace, her expression a little frantic, "Tang Yu, I sent her to prison, I..."

She just wanted Zhao Ke to get the punishment he deserved, but she didn't expect that Zhao Ke would die.

Tang Yu forcefully brought her into his arms, and held her down forcibly, preventing her from escaping.

"Listen to me Qiqi, it's not your fault." He pressed her shoulder: "Zhao Ke, she did it for herself."

He had no way to tell her what he suspected, no way to tell her that Tang Xin was not his sister.

That way, Pei Qiqi's existence would be even more unbearable.

He looked at her seriously, and Pei Qiqi's expression was blank. After a long time, he said, "Tang Yu, is it true?"

"It's true!" He hugged her, patted her back with one hand, and ran down her long hair with the other, "She just wants to be relieved."

Death may be the best relief for Zhao Ke.

For a woman like her, going to jail is a kind of torture, and leaving now is nothing more than normal.

Pei Qiqi looked at him and didn't cry anymore, nor did he cry anymore.

It was just that for one night, she was silent and didn't make a sound.

She still served Tang Yu noodles, but how could he be in the mood to eat?

Tang Yu ate a few mouthfuls and looked at her with a distraught look: "Qiqi."

She hummed and lowered her eyes, "When will she... be buried?"

"The day after tomorrow." He told the truth.

Pei Qiqi didn't say anything more. When she went to bed at night, she kept silent and lay quietly on his shoulder, quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Tang Yu didn't bother her.

At this time, he needed a cigarette, but he held back.

He reached out and touched her shoulder, "Qiqi, if you want to cry, you can come into my arms."

"I didn't want to cry!" She said hoarsely.

But after a while, her small body turned around, hugged his waist tightly, and fell into his arms.

The small face was facing his heart, and after a while, he felt hot and humid there.

Some cold, very uncomfortable.

But he didn't make a sound, just caressing the little girl.

Now, his little girl is so sad!

His heart was as heavy as hers.

Pei Qiqi was crying silently at first, but then became sobbing...

Tang Yu patted her, looking at the dark night, but his voice was gentle: "Baby, it's fine if you cry."

How could he not know, not knowing what she was carrying.

He would rather bear it for her.

However, no one can replace this pain...

She didn't cry until late at night.