After a long silence, Harris spoke again with melancholy and helplessness in his voice. "I read Susu's diary. I know she always wants to be my wife. In my heart, she is already my wife."
After returning to London, he read Shen Suxin's diary. From the beginning of their acquaintance to the end, Shen Suxin was forced to marry Xu Yiwei. What had happened was like a replay in front of him.
Until this moment, he found that he had never really understood Shen Suxin.
At the end of the diary, that is, the day Shen Suxin and Xu Yiwei got married, she wrote down her words. I can't wait for you, but I hope you can be happy for the rest of your life.
At that moment, Harris's hand holding the diary was shaking.
If he came recklessly at that time, would the outcome be different?
Unfortunately, there is no if.
Harris finally realized what repentance is.
At first, as long as he didn't care so much and listened to Shen Suxin's explanation, he could have Shen Suxin and happiness.
He will have a happy family, a daughter and maybe a son.
It won't be like this.
"Is summer cold? Mom, take you back." Shen Qingqing picked Shen shengxia up from the ground and hugged him in his arms.
Standing on the hillside for too long, Shen shengxia's body is cold. She's not well. If she has a fever and a cold again, it's really worthless.
Shen Qingqing painfully kisses Shen shengxia on the forehead. "Xia Xia says goodbye to grandma."
Shen shengxia looked at the small picture on the tombstone and said, "bye, grandma."
"The steps are too steep. Let me hold Xia Xia." Harris stretched out his arm to take the child, but Shen Qingqing dodged.
"No, I can hold Xia Xia. I'm sorry to bother you. I've dealt with Shen's affairs. I'll leave Tongcheng and go back to London soon. But I don't think count Harris and I will see each other again. Let's say goodbye."
Shen Qingqing's cold voice had little temperature, and then passed him.
"Qing Qing, can't you really forgive me?" Harris's voice came from behind, helpless in unspeakable pain.
Shen Qingqing subconsciously paused, slightly lowered her head, and her pale face was colder than the cold winter weather.
Shen shengxia seems to be infected with Shen Qingqing's low mood. A pair of small arms are wrapped around her neck. Her red face is pasted on Shen Qingqing's cheek and whispers, "my mother is not sad. Xia Xia will always be with my mother."
Hearing this, Shen Qingqing struggled to squeeze out a smile and reached out to touch Shen shengxia's head.
After a long pause, Shen Qingqing turned back and looked at Harris standing in the wind. His eyes swept over the cold tombstone, "You don't know how my mother came over those years. Grandpa said that she has been unhappy since she came back and finally married Xu Yiwei. I always thought I was his daughter, so I put up with him so much. Grandpa didn't tell me about your existence. Therefore, I don't want to have you in the future."
Shen Qingqing left a word and strode down the mountain.
Her speed is very fast, but she walks carefully at every step. Her delicate body bears the weight of Shen shengxia at the same time.
Xia Xia is not her daughter yet. She can bear all Xia Xia, including her future.
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