Xia Xiaoxiao nodded with a sour smile: "Yes!"

"Are you not grieving?"

Xia Xiaoxiao gently wiped her lower lip, inhaled her nose, squeezed out a little smile, looked at the distant sky and said quietly, "A person is injured... It's better to be hurt than two people. After that, she raised her hand and wiped her eyes lightly, still looking at a little white clouds outside the window, like looking at her father in heaven, swallowing her grievances and saying, "Mom and Dad have a good feeling, although their family is poor, they have a very happy life. After his father died, his mother could not walk out for a...