The tip of his heart seemed to have been severely stabbed with a knife. When he pulled it out, he was already glowing with bright red blood.
"I haven't seen you for three years, and I haven't contacted you?" Zeng passed and asked.
Gu Qingrong nodded.
How did this happen? How can two people who are related by blood not meet or contact for three years?
Could something have happened?
I wanted to say this question for a while, but I still felt inappropriate when I thought about it, so I gave up.
Gu Qingrong didn't say anything more behind him. He didn't dare to ask again after passing. They just sat quietly.
The two men were silent for a while, then turned to ask him, "Gu Qingrong, do you know what wish I made just now?"
The boy looked up and laughed: "Will you say it when I ask? Once the wish is said, it will not work."
"But you also said your wish."
"My wish is made every year, and it is not realized every year. I am used to it. Say it or not, it is the same."
Once passed suddenly silent.
It was clearly said in a relaxed tone, but it was so harsh in her ears.