Finally, his eyes turned red and he smiled bitterly again.

The fishy sweetness in my throat seemed to flow into my heart, my heart trembled, and it was filled with sticky, hot and wetness, and my heart was so painful that it was almost suffocating.

...

Xuan Yu was angry and annoyed, and glared at Feng He fiercely. It turned out that the mean and sarcastic words he had just said were all intentionally angering him.

Damn it!

If he didn't react again, this man would be beaten to death by him!

Xuan Yu cursed "*** I'm sick!" and let go of his hand and shook it away with a rough movement. Feng He then fell to the ground. He also sat down and lay down, gasping for breath.

For a moment, both men collapsed on the carpet in the living room, closed their eyes weakly, and remained silent.

After a while.

Feng He slowly opened his eyes, and the bruised corners of his eyebrows hurt, but he subconsciously covered the position of his chest tightly. The eyelids were covered with pain and grayness. The corners of his mouth were still raised, which was even more bleak and ugly than crying. He spoke very slowly.

"Xuan Yu, you have known her for ten years, but I have known her for fifteen years."

Xuan Yu's eyebrows suddenly sank, and he opened his eyes with a "swish". Youhan's eyes shot straight towards the man who was falling to the ground beside him.

Fifteen years?!

The information Ye Da found was that Feng He had met Rongrong ten years ago.

Feng He was shaking his chin,

“Yes, a full fifteen years.

Fifteen years ago, she was less than ten years old and was playing in a sea casino in Las Vegas with her father.

That day she was wearing a snow-white gauze dress, like a mixed-race princess jumping out of a fairy tale book, tiptoing happily on the deck against the sea breeze and music.

I will always remember that night, her smiling eyes, the light and clear amber color, the purest and wanton bright smile, and the nice laughter was blown away by the sea breeze."

"That was the first time I met her. At that time, I was a twelve-year-old boy, hiding in the corner of the bustling crowd on the deck, just looking at her from afar and not daring to walk over.

But at that moment, for the first time, I had the fresh feeling of life's heartbeat, and for the first time, I had expectations for this dirty and ugly world, and the desire to live, and I wanted to know her."

...

The more Xuan Yu listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

Hearing this, his eyebrows suddenly hopped, and he sat up with his arms halfway up. What does it mean to have the desire to live? Could it be that he had always wanted to die before?

When he turned his head and looked over, he was startled by Feng He's white and ghostly face, and he had an inexplicable feeling of not being very good.

Feng He suddenly became colder,

"You just scolded me rightly, I'm really sick.

I didn't speak for the first time until I was three years old. I was once thought by the man who was a father-son relationship with me in blood and thought he had a mentally retarded son, which made my mother even more implicated. I was disliked and humiliated by the scumbag and punched and kicked.

So my wish since childhood is to take my mother to escape from that home and get rid of that perverted devil when I grow up.

But this wish was not yet fulfilled. When I was seven years old, my mother died."

Feng He suffocated his breath, and the terrible pronunciation of the word that stopped suddenly made Xuan Yu frown. He probably had guessed it.

At that time, Feng Kun, the head of the Rose Hall, had a cruel personality, was extremely distorted, and was notorious on the black road.

Feng He's eyes were filled with turbid liquid, and the blood stained with the eyebrows turned into blood and tears.
Chapter completed!