Strange

She had told herself so firmly.

But in Zhao Shuning's mind.

Again and again the images of his father lying in a pool of blood three months ago.

That blood.

More and more.

Rain.

It was also getting heavier and heavier.

He could hear the conversation between his father and his mother when they were young.

The images of her son kept passing through Zhao Shuning's mind.

She had not been born for long.

That night.

Her father limped and pushed open the creaking wooden door.

His mother looked at him and said, "Brother Zheng, how is it?"

Zhao Zheng shook his head and said, "Lin Family is not willing to accept Shuning."

Lin Min'er heard him and just smiled. "It's okay. Shuning is by our side. Maybe it will be better."

"Yes."

We do not beg Shuning to be rich and noble in the future. We only ask her to live a peaceful life."

Shuning.

Her name.

It was like this.