Yan Ning thought in a daze, and finally knew why she felt panicked recently. It turned out that she was almost eight years old.

Eight years old!

Yan Ning thought that when she was eight years old in her previous life, she lost half of her life due to a cold wind. What should she do to avoid this life?

She didn't want to lie on the bed again, she didn't want to drink the bitter and excessive medicine all day long, she didn't want to be trapped in the room for the rest of her life, she didn't know that the spring flowers were blooming, and she didn't know that the cold winter months could not feel the scorching sun, and she wanted to avoid the rustling autumn wind.

She hates such a life!

Yes, hate!

Because that would make the mother cry, make the father forced to smile, and let the white-haired man give the black-haired man a gift.

I don't want this, don't...

"An An."

Someone called her gently, and Yan Ning opened her eyes in a daze, and her eyes were blurred, but she could still tell that it was her mother.

"Mom." Yan Ning opened her mouth, her voice that had not spoken for a long time was dry and hoarse, and she was choked intermittently.

The powerlessness of her previous life, the sadness suppressed in her heart, the oppression in her dream before she fainted, and fear poured out. Yan Ning felt that she could no longer bear such pain.

Even if she was going back to her life, she was the only one who knew what would happen in the future. She thought she had forgotten that the shadows of her previous life had been completely removed by her. She had already passed when she woke up from the bed in the Qingzhou courtyard. But what she didn't know was that this was just a temporary backlog. Those emotions that were suppressed to the extreme were consciously buried and unconsciously forgotten by her, and in the end she had deceived herself.

Look, I've gotten rid of those, aren't I?

But I didn't expect that these were just flowers and moons in the mirror. Once they were exposed, she could no longer bear it.

Especially this eight-year-old.

The turning point in her life, the dividing line of destiny, and the boundary between life and death.

Yan Ning was afraid that she was afraid of death. She was afraid that she would not be able to get sick again as she had in her previous life, because she still didn't know why she had a serious illness, which had dragged her down since then. She was also afraid that she would die early again, because she didn't know what kind of life would be like for her father and mother Yan after her death. Will they slowly get out of the pain of losing their daughter and live again, or will they become decadent like walking corpses.

"Mother."

Yan Ning hugged Yan's mother's neck tightly. She urgently needed a hug and told her that those things had passed and that she was a newborn now.

"I'm here, be good, my mother is here." Yan's mother didn't know why Yan Ning suddenly had such a big emotional fluctuation, but she could feel that Yan Ning needed her.

Yan's mother hugged Yan Ning's body silently and told her silently that she was there and that she had been there all the time.

Yan's mother hugged Yan Ning for a while, and she could clearly feel Yan Ning's body from the beginning to the calm and softness now.

"An An, do you think it's better? What else can I feel uncomfortable about telling my mother if it's good?" Yan's mother thought about it and spoke. She didn't want to know the reason why Yan Ning was inexplicably unconscious, because she could feel Yan Ning's taboo. Since she didn't want to say that, why bother her? As long as she is still here, she is lively under her nose, right?

But, I was still worried and asked a question in a turn.

Unexpectedly, Yan Ning was not the way she imagined that she was about to collapse. Her emotions quickly restrained. When she raised her head from her arms, she had already adjusted her mood, "Mom, I'm fine. I just suddenly want to hug you."

She listened to Yan Ning acting softly in her arms. Although her face was still not very good-looking, the spirit in her eyes could not deceive people.

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