Yin Ansa said and looked back slowly, his eyes were scarlet like blood, dull.

Even five years ago, Yan Shiqi had never seen such a Yin Ansa.

The girl in my memory is the high-spirited captain of the volleyball team in the school, and she is a hearty girl who sweats like rain on the court.

It's only been five years, but the souls that have been tortured by life are withering......

Yin Ansa stood up, touched Yan Shiqi's tearful eyes, his breath trembled, and said: "Shiqi, I have no choice, I'm at the end of my rope now, I don't know who else to find except you...... The Yin family broke up, my dad didn't answer my phone, and my boyfriend also split his legs. What the hell did you say I did wrong, God wants to do this to me!"

In the end, Yin Ansa burst into tears.

She bit her lip and didn't want herself to cry, but the most painful death in the world was just around the corner, and she hated her incompetent pride, and she couldn't keep even the closest people......

"Sasa, I'm here, I'm ......"

Yan Shiqi hugged her into his arms, very tight, very tight.

Her thin shoulders kept rising and falling, her cheeks buried in Yan Shiqi's shoulders, and she cried hoarsely.

"Blame me, blame me, why am I so proud, why can't I learn to bow my head. Shi Qi, what should I do, I don't have a mother anymore, I don't have anything......"

......

When Yan Shiqi came out of the ward, the moment he closed the door, tears spilled into his eyes.

She couldn't imagine what Yin Ansa had experienced over the years.

Why did the wife of the Yin family unfortunately pass away in just one night?

Her thumb wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Qin Baiyu's gentle figure in front of the corridor outside the ward door.

With a pout, Yan Shiqi stepped forward and threw himself into his arms, sniffing his smell fiercely, trying to suppress the surging sadness in his heart.

Qin Baiyu hugged her, patted her back gently, and comforted her softly: "If you don't cry, I will feel distressed." ”

Yan Shiqi smothered himself in his arms, tightly wrapped his arms around the man's bee waist, and said angrily: "I'm so uncomfortable......"

The man sighed, distanced himself from each other, looked at Yan Shiqi's face that was invaded by tears, hooked his knuckles and wiped it, and said softly: "The person who deals with the aftermath will be here in a while." How you want to help her, you decide. Huh?"

Yan Shiqi sniffed, grabbed the shirt on his waist with both hands, and in the man's seductive tone, his eyes swelled up again, looking at him with complexity and gratitude, and finally didn't say anything, and fell into his arms again.

In a foreign country, what would I do without him?!

With the most delicate and silent love and thoughtfulness, this man led her to sink back to her heart.

......

Yin Ansa's mother's funeral affairs were handled by the people arranged by Qin Baiyu with due diligence.

In the bloody dusk, she held her mother's ashes and looked at the sky, a tear fell from the corner of her eye, floating in the air, leaving the last traces in the city.

A day later, Yin Ansa returned to China with Yan Shiqi and Qin Baiyu.

Family affection, love, all buried under the breeze and moon in Milan.

On the private jet, Yan Shiqi looked at the sleeping Yin Ansa, still holding the ashes in his arms, touched her slightly cool cheeks distressedly, covered her with a blanket, and then got up and walked to the back seat.

She leaned against the man's side, looked at him with burning eyes, and said sincerely: "Thank you for arranging these things for me, if you are not ......"

Before the words fell, the man took her hand and dropped a kiss on the back of his hand, his eyes focused and affectionate: "Don't worry, I will always be there!"

Yan Shiqi was burned by his eyes, pursed his lips and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the man picked up a document from the table and handed it to her, "This is the inside story of the Yin family's immigrants back then, since you want to help her, you can understand it first, and you can make plans." ”