After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

Gu Qinghe looked up at her in confusion.

Aunt Gu said gently, "This is what you were carrying when I found you. I asked the little girl before if she wanted to find her parents. She reacted strongly and resisted. She had a high fever that night and didn't remember it after waking up. After that, I didn't dare to mention it to her. The doctor said it was a way for her to protect herself."

"I'm bringing this out now to tell you that I won't decide your marriage on my own. Everything will be based on your wishes. I'm only here to help you make an assessment and see if the young man in the future is worthy of my Qinghe."

"Whether it's you or her, I just hope you're all good. When the little girl insisted on going to the mountains, I didn't stop her. She said it was time for her to leave and someone would live for her, so I asked her to be nicer to her in the future. She said you were all children with miserable lives, and I believed it."

"When I saw you later, I thought what the little girl said was right. A loved child would cry and scream in pain when he or she gets hurt, but you were the only one who kept silent, felt guilty, and wanted to pay it back without getting involved with anyone. At that time, I was wondering what kind of experience would make a delicate little girl so understanding of the ways of the world."

"It's a pity that my aunt has no skills and can only do some needlework to earn a little money. In the end, she still needs your protection. It's only in the matter of your marriage that I allow you to be free and not be restricted by the world's constraints on women."

Her voice became softer and softer, soft yet with a woman's unique tenacity. The guilt and hope of being a mother were fully reflected in her.

Gu Qinghe walked forward and hugged her, his voice choking with sobs: "Thank you, Mother Gu."

You are the best woman in the world and the best mother.

Unfortunately, I always feel guilty when I hold this love in my hands.

……

The night in the village is both dynamic and quiet.

Gu Qinghe sat on the wall, looking at the brocade in the moonlight. The brocade was pink, and it was obvious that only wealthy families could afford it. It was embroidered with tender green lotus leaves and pink flowers, all of which expressed love for children.

Pour the crops.

The little girl's name is embroidered with green needle and thread, as if one can see a gentle-looking woman embroidering her love stitch by stitch under the warm yellow oil lamp.

Nickname: Qingqing.

The four ugly crooked characters were obviously sewn by someone who was not good at sewing. But they chose such a difficult character and embroidered it.

What a loving family this is.

How did he get lost?

Gu Qinghe wiped the tears that fell uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. Her eyes were filled with pain and her heart ached as if someone was holding it in check.

She lowered her head and coughed, her voice filled with tears.

Her name is also Qinghe.

It is the "Qinghe" in "The ancient clouds and things on the earth still exist, and the millet on the platform is thriving."

She also has a nickname, Qingqing.

It is an intimate way of expressing love.

Why are they so similar? Who is she living for in this life?

She was like a wounded and disoriented cub in the fog, looking confused and painful.

"Qinghe?"

Liubai was awakened by pain in the middle of the night and felt something was wrong. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, stood in the yard and looked up at the thin figure on the wall.

Without waiting for a response, Liu Bai tiptoed to sit next to her. Just as he sat firmly, he heard a sniffling sound. He looked hurriedly: "Qinghe?"

He lifted up his sleeves to wipe the tears from her eyes: "Qinghe, does your body hurt too?"

"Qinghe, don't cry. Where it hurts, Liubai can blow it for you, okay? Don't cry."

His sleeves were soaked, but the tears were still under his sleeves. Liu Bai hurriedly blew at the place where the tears were flowing: "Qinghe, don't cry. Liu Bai will blow on it and it will stop hurting. Qinghe, be good... It won't hurt anymore, blow on it and the pain will go away..."