If it were Sister Yun Qing...

Sister Yun Qing is so slender and so weak that that bad guy will beat her and bully her!

Yun Rao's black eyes gradually rose into fog, covered with cold and sharpness.

Yun Qing raised his hand and made a gesture calmly.

The surroundings became quiet for a moment.

Director Cheng set up the camera again, Yun Qing guided Yun Rao and walked towards the door again. The gentle voice was full of tenacity and gentleness, "Yun Rao, remember, what really makes a person stronger is not hatred, but protection."

"In order not to lose the people they care about, even those who are weak will become stronger."

"Remember, you are An Fei now."

"I don't allow you to leave this place, let alone make any sound."

After Yun Qing finished speaking, she let go of Yun Rao's hand and walked out of the door. The snow-white skirt barely dragged across the dark ground and headed towards the street in front of her.

There, stand on the capital that oppresses people.

Yun Rao's black eyes reflected Yun Qing's figure walking further and further away. A hint of anxiety appeared in her eyes. The doll in her arms fell to the ground, and two small and thin white hands grabbed the door panel.

It seemed that she wanted to rush out immediately, but Yun Qing's words echoed in her mind, not allowing her to walk out of this door.

Listening to Sister Yun Qing's words, it almost became a subconscious reaction.

So she could only pull the door panel tightly, open her eyes wide and look at the dim street corner, and look at the only person who really cares about her, getting farther and farther away from her.

The night wind came in through the crack in the door, and the child's small figure reflected the lonely shadow on the mottled wall.

She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to call loudly, but she was suppressed and did not dare to shout out.

As Yun Qing walked further and further towards the fat-headed and big-eared nobleman, Yun Rao's nerves became tighter and tighter, and her small body almost stretched into a bow, as if it could be broken at any time.

She hid behind the door, finally couldn't help but stick her head out, her clear eyes staring tightly at a point in the distance, and her whole body seemed to be stiff and unable to move.

The black eyes showed the struggle of the child alone. Her eyes, her expression, and her slightly trembling fingers were all filled with worries and begging for her only relative.

She stared at a certain direction outside the door for a long time, and after writing about fear and helplessness, she wanted to rush out, shout, and rush out, but in the end she just squatted behind the door and looked at it with her bright black and white eyes wide open.

Everyone around was stunned. At this moment, it seemed that even their breathing had disappeared.

Until Yun Qing turned slightly and stretched out her hand at Yun Rao, "Come on!"

An Fei's small body rushed out of it in an instant, and a shocking joy burst out in her eyes, but she cried out with a "wow".

The crying cry of joy instantly tear through the haze in the darkness, and the tense nerves of everyone were relaxed.

The first morning light shone in the sky.

Yun Qing stood in the morning light and caught the child rushing towards her arms.

Yun Rao ran too fast and almost pushed her to the ground. Fortunately, Maoer helped her in time.

Yun Rao buried her head in her arms, but started crying.

She cried heartbrokenly, as if she wanted to cry out all the sorrows and sadness, despair and sorrow that were suppressed in her heart.

Everyone was stunned.

Yun Rao's crying was a sadness and sadness they had never heard before, which made many people unable to help but turn red.
Chapter completed!