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Chapter 432: It's not a sudden thought, but something I can't forget!
When he thought about that man, Xueluo's heart could no longer remain calm.
She would never forget how panicked, sad and furious Feng Xinglang was when he saw the stillborn child inside the gla.s.s container five years ago! His entire body was trembling!
Until today, Xueluo could not help but think: If he did not continue to play and instead told her that the little girl in her stomach was still alive, what would have been the outcome?
There was one thing Xueluo was fairly clear of: If she had lied to Lan Youyou, he would definitely be infuriated!
Even if Feng Xinglang wanted to side with her, how could he stop Lan Youyou from trying to harm the child in her stomach with his severely injured body that could not even move? What's more, Lan Youyou had her, the foster father Hetun, behind her back then!
But who would have known that after escaping from Lan Youyou's control with much difficulty, he was caught by the Hetun!
Vaguely, he remembered what the Hetun had told her at that time: That day at the ocean, he suddenly thought of an even more interesting play method! He even said that she would definitely be interested!
What would be the most interesting way to play the Hetun?
Could it be …
Xueluo did not dare to think further!
His heart was in a mess, Xueluo was simply unable to calm down and read a book. She took out the pieces of paper that had been pressed against the bottom of the bookcase.
Over the past few years, Xueluo had drawn many sketches.
The majority of the records recorded the growth of their son Linnuo. Although there was also a high-tech digital camera, Xueluo felt that drawing down every single detail of his son's growth on a piece of paper could better express the care and love a mother had for her son.
Well, that was a little n.o.ble!
Actually, Xueluo had nothing to do at all. Firstly, she was worried about her son being taken away by the Hetun, and secondly, she was quite free.
The Xueluo who was in a troubled mood took out a special piece from the paintings.
It looked like he was drawing the big adult version of his son Linnuo, but Xueluo knew in his heart that he was drawing that man called Feng Xinglang.
At this moment, she finally understood the state of mind of the incomplete drawing that Feng Xinglang's mother had left for her son, Feng Xinglang.
Right now, Xueluo seemed to be the same as her mother at that time, hence she did not dare and could not draw too complete pictures of Feng Xinglang.