Li Qingning''s heart suddenly seemed to be pulled up by a big hand and clenched in the palm of her hand. She couldn''t breathe. She kept frowning, and her body became extremely stiff. She could even hear the creaking sound of her spine.


    She turned abruptly, her face muscles stiff and smiling, which made her tears burst out of her eyes with a strange, desperate smile on her face.


    "Sorry? Do you think you can erase everything by saying sorry? Do you know how much my mother experienced and suffered in her short life? She was not happy until the end, until the end of her life, never really happy, all of these! It''s all caused by you, but now you just want to write it off with an understatement. It''s really a good deal! "


    She hated, tears constantly make the line of sight become blurred, but always staring at the figure sitting there motionless, as if the eyes can shoot thousands of cold arrow feathers.


    Feng Yifei quietly listened to her roaring complaints. He looked like a haggard old man, totally different from the smart image of the past. All of a sudden, his wrinkles rolled out and climbed up his face.


    "At that time, it was chairman Fang who came to me and said that Mingzhu had agreed to marry one of his right-hand assistants. That''s why I... Agreed to the marriage arranged by my family... I..." his expression looked aggrieved, but the fact he said was so different from what Uncle Chen wrote in his letter.


    She sneered, "so you believe it? Why not even ask? "


    "We didn''t have the chance to meet at that time. I went to Fang''s house many times and was turned away. No matter what channel I went through, I couldn''t get in touch with her..." he lowered his eyes, sighed heavily and said, "no matter how many explanations, it''s my fault. If I could be brave enough to take her away, maybe..."


    "It''s meaningless..." she raised her hand, gathered her hair scattered on her cheek, casually wiped away the warm liquid from her eyes, and calmly said, "if, if, what''s the significance of these assumptions? My mother has not regretted all her life. She has not been able to leave until the end of her life. "


    Feng Yifei shakes his wheelchair and walks up to her. He looks up at her and asks in a trembling voice, "do you mean she''s not happy?"


    "If a woman marries you with other people''s children, will you treat her well, accept her sincerely and love her? What''s more, it''s a scum like Li Tianhao... "Her voice sounds terrible, but her eyes are full of black sadness.


    She looked down at Feng Yifei''s shocked, remorseful and complicated emotions, mixed with some twisted expressions, and suddenly felt a burst of pain in her heart, so that she didn''t notice that the door of the ward was gently pushed open not long ago.


    He looked at her eyebrows, slowly, word by word, and said softly, "you mean... Your mother, she... Is pregnant with my child? So... You... Are my daughter? "


    Li Qingning''s tears suddenly came again. She had never thought that it was such a scene when she and her father recognized each other. That kind of contradictory and tangled emotions were constantly surging in her chest, interwoven into complex emotions.


    She wanted to burst into her father''s arms crying, the place she had been longing for for for more than 20 years, but she hated what he had done.


    She kept choking, but her eyes were very indifferent, "so what? So do you expect me to perform a touching father daughter meeting in front of you? But my mother''s body is still stiff and pale buried in the ground. Don''t you think you and I owe her too much? "


    Feng Yifei''s lips trembled a few times, and the corner of his eyes also exuded turbid tears. They looked at each other silently, the first time in more than 20 years that the pair appeared in front of each other as father and daughter.


    Life is full of drama.


    Just as he opened his mouth to say something, there was a loud sound of metal falling to the ground at the door, beating the two fragile hearts in the room at the same time.


    The door of the ward was opened slowly. Feng Chi stood at the door of the ward with wide eyes, looking at the two people not far from the door. His eyes were full of surprise and disbelief.


    "You mean... Li Qingning... And I are brothers and sisters?" His Adam''s apple rolled up and down, saying it with difficulty.


    Before Feng Yifei could say anything, Li Qingning put out his hand and wiped it on his face. Holding the crystal necklace tightly in his hand, he squeezed out of the door and walked quickly to the exit of the floor.


    Her figure is so thin under a cold incandescent lamp, like a small lake on the horizon, rippled by the wind.


    Maybe it was because of his inner shock and pessimism that her back looked so vulnerable. In fact, her back was more straight than ever, and she looked like a woman warrior of doomsday. Her high-heeled shoes still made a sound like a telegraph on the polished marble floor of the hospital.


    In the moment after she walked into the elevator, the whole person softened down, leaned against the wall in the elevator, looked at her pale self in the mirror, and laughed weakly.


    There was only a little white nurse in the elevator. Looking at her reaction, she came forward and politely asked if she needed help. She waved weakly and said softly, "no, thank you."


    But just out of the elevator door, her stomach suddenly began to tumble, like a pole like stick in her body constantly stirring, stomach and those sad emotions were all stirred together, still stirring, and faster and faster.


    She ran quickly into the bathroom on the first floor, hid in a single room and began to vomit. At first it was preserved egg, lean meat porridge and eggs in the morning. In the end, there was nothing in her stomach, but the feeling of nausea was still strong, and the only thing she vomited was light yellow liquid. With those sad and desperate emotions, she kept gushing out of her body.


    In the end, the whole body seems to have been hollowed out, powerlessly leaning against the wall of the bathroom, even without the strength to cry.


    Later, she couldn''t remember how she got out of the door of the hospital and then fell into the car. I only remember that the driver asked anxiously, "madam, let me take you back."


    But she leaned back on her seat and kept repeating stubbornly, "go to the cemetery, go to the cemetery, don''t you understand me when I say go to the cemetery?" She was very emotional, but her voice was very weak.


    The driver couldn''t beat her, so he had to start the car and drive towards the cemetery in the suburb.