Chapter 90

Lin Yi quietly looked at the man holding the tail ring and crying, and turned silently.

She opened the suitcase she had brought out, turned the clothes inside, and finally found a red skirt that could barely be a dance dress.

Lin Yi changed into a red skirt, straightened her hair, and went to the balcony with a mobile phone, tablet computer and other electronic devices.

Ying Hannian didn't cry, but he still curled up there, like a corpse, and didn't notice her coming.

“……”

Lin Yitan sighed and put the electronic equipment in several positions on the balcony to bring out a certain amount of electric light. She didn't expect that she would need to cast light for herself when dancing one day.

After all this, she went to the wall and turned off the headlights on the balcony.

Balcony suddenly fell into a burst of silence, there are hoarse violin sound accompanied by piano sound slowly in the quiet night.

The man sitting on the ground finally moved. The silver ring made a mark in his palm. He slowly raised his head

On one side of the balcony, a few beams of light hit the center, and the girl's red skirt rose with the wind. The light passed through the red skirt yarn. Her arms were slim and clean, and were plated with a layer of velvet light in the moonlight. Her fingers were tilted, and her waist was soft.

Under the dancing red skirt, a pair of bare feet are as white as the moon, and the toes touch the ground lightly.

She dances the most gentle dance, beautiful and charming.

She gently raised her hand, red yarn brushed her cheek, hazy cover, black as sandalwood, only the remaining eyes like a mountain spring, bright and pure to see him, like a moonlight blooming at night, quietly blooming, fragrance light.

She is hotter than moonlight.

She is stronger than moonlight.

Ying Hannian holds the silver ring in his hand. He leans back to the guardrail behind him and straddles his long legs at will. He looks at the people in front of him dancing with dull eyes.

Looking at it, you see the illusion.

When he was a child, he was always in the crowd, watching the beautiful figure dancing on the stage. Only when she was dancing, her smile was so sincere and focused

She waved to him and raised her hands and feet, which was full of breathtaking beauty.

She asked him, "Han, do you think mother is dirty?"

"No, you dance like the most beautiful in the world."

When he said that, she was so happy and simple as a child younger than him. She danced barefoot in a red skirt on the cold ground for several hours without any difficulty.

What happened later?

Later, when he was young, he was beaten to death by her. When she was insane, she suddenly woke up and held him and cried.

"Han, I'm sorry, mom is too hard, too hard."

She cried bitterly, trying to press the wound on his face, as if this can cure his injury, but it is more and more painful for him.

"Mom, why are you so upset?"

"Women in this world have their own hardships. It's nothing. If there's another time, you'll run, or you'll fight back. Don't let your mother fight again."

He leaned against her warm arms, weak breath, a small hand holding her finger with silver ring, "no, women in this world have been very hard, they hit me, I don't fight back."

When he fainted in her arms, she was still crying like a child.

Whether she smiles or she cries, it's him who worries about her.

In the end?

Finally, there was a pool of blood all over the ground. The blood blinded his eyes. In the blink of an eye, the blood fell from his eyelashes

There was a red mist of blood in sight.

So beautiful a person is dragged to the broken door by the villains, they are grinning ferociously.

She was lying on the ground, covered with dirty hair, and her clothes were torn off one by one, with the last bit of broken dignity.

The men behind her felt wildly on her and stabbed her legs and spine with sharp daggers. She didn't care. She dug her hands into the soil, looked at him and begged him.

"Han, go, go..."

"Mother, please, please live! Please

He wanted to save her, but it was only a long way. He couldn't climb it.

He can't help it.

He could only watch her be abused to death.

Tears, silently flowing down.

Ying Hannian lost his mind when he looked at the beautiful picture in his eyes.

After a long time, the music stopped, and Lin Yi also stopped. She walked towards him with her bare feet on the cold ground. A gust of wind blew by and raised her skirt.

Red gauze on Ying Hannian's face, icy and cool, like a hand caressing his face.

Ying Hannian sat on the ground, his face full of tears, his eyes staring at the ground, his voice dumb, "why?"

Lin Yi stood beside him and took back her skirt. Hearing the words, she looked down at his hand, which was probably self injurious. His hand was covered with blood.

Why?Why dance for him? Take it as a thank-you for sending her two million dollars in cash.

She gave a soft smile in a low voice, "I'm comforting you."

“……”

Ying Hannian's eyelashes trembled, and her heart seemed to be swept by her red skirt.

Lin Yi turned around, put her hands on the guardrail, looked up at the moon on the side of the mountain, especially bright in the dark night sky, she said faintly, "everyone has a past that can't be let go, but not everyone can go back to the past and do it again, so instead of immersing in it, it's better to cheer up and do something for your past with the future."

Ying Hannian sat there, looking at her skirt raised from time to time, with a sneer, "what do you know?"

"Just say it. I don't know anything." Lin Yi squatted down beside him and reached out to help him, "but I know you can't drink any more now. Let's go."

Her hand passed through his arm, Ying Hannian turned her eyes and looked at her white face. Her clear eyes were more intoxicating than wine.

There was no refusal. Ying Hannian let her help her to stand up, and her body was heavy.

He drank too much and couldn't walk in a straight line. Lin Yi helped him into the bedroom. He was so drunk that he lost his eyes. How much did he drink?

You're going to get drunk in bed?

After thinking about it, Lin Yi helped him to the bathroom, bumped him to the edge of the bathtub, pressed the man who was about to fall backward with one hand, and let the water out with the other.

Ying Hannian was sitting there, shaking around, looking vaguely at Lin Yi, who was exploring the water temperature. He said in a low voice, "what are you doing?"

"I'll give you a bath." Lin Yi replied casually.

Otherwise, let him swim in the bathtub?

Smell speech, should cold year low smile, slant head to lean to her cheek side, blow a breath, "big young lady wait on me? Are you not afraid to dirty your hands? "