Nan Yong was so red that year, I thought he had spent ten miles of red makeup to marry me, but little did I know, it was the color of blood. Ten miles south, corpses litter the fields, and there will be no future.
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The girl's voice was soft and soft: "Dad, when will mother come back? They all say I am an illegitimate child."
The man touched the thick gauze covering his eyes and forgot that he had no tears anymore, "Nian Ling is good, mother kisses her, father doesn't know."
Illegitimate child, illegitimate child. It would be nice if she really was an illegitimate child, but she has no blood relationship with him at all.
Intention: Losing regret