Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

There is a wine stand by the river, but no one passes by there.

Sheng Qianmo bought the wine, sat under the tree and drank it down, the cold wind mixed with the throat-burning wine, as if the charcoal fire was burning the throat.

The boss came over to persuade him: "Master, that's not how you drink wine. It's almost New Year's Eve. If you have something sad, it's better to say it. Don't drink like this."

Cheng Qianmo looked at the old man and smiled, but was accidentally choked and coughed out, mixed with a painful hot breath.

He pointed to his own heart, Qian Fan's heart, and then smiled faintly: "I have a wife, I have a daughter, I can't go home."

After finishing speaking, he laughed softly again, and with a low laugh, he slammed his fist on the tree again, dripping with blood, and screamed in pain: "I can't go home!"

...

It was very quiet in Heng's mansion, there was no sound at all.

Shu Nuan slowly pushed open the door without even turning on the lights, and groped into the house.

Her mouth was very dry, she groped in the dark, found tea, poured a cup, took a sip, the chill penetrated into every corner of her body and mind.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and she almost dropped the cup.

so dark.

The room was pitch black, and the moonlight couldn't even shine through.

It was as if such a fear of the dark could completely cover her whole body, so that she had no time to think about anything else.

Shunuan slowly sat down in the corner of the room.

It was cold on the ground, but she didn't realize it.

She slowly curled her legs up again, hugged herself, opened her eyes wide, and confronted the darkness.

But not long after, she still closed her eyes tightly in fear, buried her whole face in her knees, and suppressed her crying, for fear of disturbing Qingzhi who was sleeping in the next room.

However, it is very uncomfortable.

Especially, especially uncomfortable.

When she didn't believe that he was leaving, she searched for him through mountains and rivers, but to no avail.

After finally accepting his departure, the price she paid was that she had a narrow escape from death when she was born Qingzhi, and Qingzhi couldn't speak since then.

Others have fathers, but Qingzhi doesn't.

She never mentioned him in front of Qingzhi, and Qingzhi never asked her.

She thought... it would be like this from now on.

Four years, four years.

He was alive, and he appeared in front of him alive and well.

Four years, no letter, no visit to her once, not once.

It was as if he was really dead.

It's as if the feeling of counting warmth is not important at all.

How not to be angry...

How to...not crash...

However, before those complicated and sad emotions came to her heart, his strange gaze was like a sharp knife stabbing at her heart.

Uncle Sheng doesn't know Shu Nuan anymore.

Those dreams and promises made turned into absurd jokes.

Everything can't match his calm words.

No matter how strong her heart is, she is just a little girl.

She also has moments of total breakdown.

So curled up here, letting the darkness engulf her, fearing that someone would find out.

But what Shunuan didn't know was that Qingzhi rubbed her sleepy eyes and stood outside the door for a while, wanting to knock on the door, but when she stretched out her small hand, she found that the door was gently pushed open, and Shunuan didn't close it.

There was no light in the house.

Qing Zhi stood there for a moment, then went back to her room, took a lamp, and entered the room.