Chapter 1590: Little Treasure... It's Mommy, I'm sorry for you
Chapter 1590 Xiaobao... It's Mommy I'm sorry for you
Little Treasure was struggling in the water, her little hands and feet were powerless to save herself, but she couldn't escape the bottomless water, which made Fengling wake up from her sleep countless times.
At that time, Xiaobao fell into the water. She wanted to jump down to save him as soon as possible, watching her son suffer. In her heart as a mother, she had no other thoughts, but only wanted to save him and her well.
The people from Shen Fengshan were holding her down and forbidding her to save her son.
She was on the shore, her head was pressed to the ground, she screamed loudly, and watched her son's figure getting smaller and smaller, and the movement in the water became less and less. hit the ground.
The feeling that she had hope, but was held down by others and turned into despair. In the second half of her life, every detail of her could not be forgotten, as if it was deeply engraved in her heart, Carved into the blood, the spinal cord, the bones.
By the time she struggled to the death, stabbed all the people holding her down, escaped from these people and jumped into the river, Xiaobao had already disappeared.
She dived and ups and downs in the river desperately, but she never saw her son's little helpless face again.
At that time, what she wanted most was to allow herself to follow the water flow and accompany her son...
In the end, she was rescued, but Xiaobao was gone forever.
Xiaobao...It's Mommy I'm sorry for you.
Fengling opened her eyes and looked at the yellowish face of the little boy in the photo, her heart was filled with hatred again.
Shen Fengshan, Fu Hongxuan, everyone, wait, come one by one.
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Yan Junhao walked in.
The butler said softly: "Master, the duke has been alone for several hours."
"Well, go do your own thing first." Yan Junhao's voice softened.
Almost every once in a while, Yan Junhao sees aunt's sadness for a while.
When he was a child, he would ask why, but every time his aunt would not say it.
He wisely stopped asking, but he knew that something had been pressing on her heart.
Seeing my aunt's sad expression, she couldn't bear it, she stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Aunt."
The Duke opened his eyes, his expression a little confused.
"Aunt, I heard that you saw Shen Fengshan, nothing happened, right?" Yan Junhao saw blood on her hand and worried, "I'll send the doctor over."
"No need. Not hurt." The Duke stopped him.
Yan Junhao squatted down and held her hand, only to release it when he realized that there was really no problem.
He was brought up by his aunt, and he called him aunt in name, but in his heart he regarded her as a mother, and she treated him the same as his mother, without any difference.
The Duke saw his deep expression and smiled: "It's alright, aunt knows what she's doing. Go and rest."
"Aunt, don't you really intend to tell me about the past?" Yan Junhao also went to check, there are no secrets in this world.
Instead, he heard another name, Feng Jue.
The past is over, and there is not much information he can inquire about, but in his heart, he is already worried, worried that his aunt will take a path that hurts herself.
"Jun Hao, I'm very tired, you should go to rest first."
Duke's heart was filled with painful memories. At this moment, he didn't want to say anything.
(end of this chapter)