Chapter: 5529

Her chest also tightened, as if someone had gently grabbed her, and it pierced across her heart sharply, with a painful and difficult touch.

Her arrival is not welcome.

But she didn't die, her mother didn't strangle her.

Ning Yue flipped through a few pages in a panic, until she saw the familiar font on the last page.

It was written to Ning Yue.

October 21 of the following year.

"This little baby in my arms is very much like Junchen and I. I am looking forward to her growing up. She likes the swing downstairs and climbs up and down the stairs. She always sneaks up when I'm not paying attention. slip.

She is a beam of light that is not strong, it is the bright and gentle moonlight, which makes my life a little brighter.

Yue'er, in the previous year, my mother loved you, but I couldn't continue to love you.

But the devil came with your paternity test, and my love became a betrayal of my life.

He asked me to continue that disgusting relationship, I said no, I knew it was time.

My life cannot be dictated by others.

I would rather die to free myself.

I thought about taking you away, but I couldn't bear it. If you can survive, when you grow up, you must remember not to go to that devil.

It would be great if you were the child of Junchen and me, but I hope that I will never meet Junchen Ning in the next life. "

She hated that impotent husband.

In the name of love, ask for everything from her to fulfill his own interests.

How could she love such a man to death?

Ning Yue looked at the three words "Ning Junchen" at the end of the note. The force was exceptionally strong, as if it could penetrate the paper.

All love and hate end with those three words.

Ning Yue seemed to be able to feel the helplessness and struggle of that woman when she wrote this diary decades ago.

This is her only outlet.

So she hid the diary under the bed. Even if the old man knew the truth, he wouldn't let people look for his daughter-in-law to steal evidence.

Her tears fell, soaking the paper.

I can't express the sadness in my heart.

The last kindness left to her by her mother was not to kill her.

Before reading this diary, she might feel it was unfair.

But after seeing this diary, she felt that her mother still loved her.

At that time, the devil's blood flowed in her blood, how disgusted and struggling the mother must have been.

She chose to end her life.