#1680 of the Destiny (1)

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Yang Zimei tore a piece of clothing, and called her grandmother to help her sew it up, saying that it was her favorite dress, and she wanted to sew it well and wear it out to meet friends.

Zeng Hui was still struggling with Rong He's affairs. Hearing Yang Zimei say this, she put all her worries aside and brought the sewing box over.

She walked in through the door, and Rong He quietly looked at her from behind the tree.

Because I had seen the photos before, and now I saw Zeng Hui with my own eyes, and I had already made psychological preparations, it was not too strange to see the old real person again.

Looking at her gray hair, her face after vicissitudes of life, and her eyes that are no longer aura, Rong He has a feeling of being in a different world.

My heart was not beating as violently as I imagined.

He looked at Zeng Hui quietly, watched her walk up to Yang Zimei, picked up her clothes, sat down, and lowered her head to thread the needle.

Before, she also sewed for him.

At that time, when I saw her bowing her head and focusing on threading the needle, I felt that it was the most beautiful scenery in the world, and I couldn't get tired of watching it no matter what.

Therefore, he often like Yang Zimei, deliberately tore the clothes, and then asked her to help sew them up.

And she was enjoying it.

Now, she is no longer the young and beautiful girl she used to be.

However, the way she lowered her head and threading the needle, in his eyes, was still so quiet and so beautiful.

"Huihui-"

Rong He couldn't help but walked out and let out a low cry.

Zeng Hui's hand trembled, the needle pierced into her finger, and she cried out with an oops.

Rong He's heart hurts when he sees it.

It was as if the needle had stabbed in his heart.

"Does it hurt?"

He squatted in front of Zeng Hui who was stunned, looked at her, and asked softly.

Zeng Hui stared blankly at him in front of him——

The heart seemed to stop beating, the breathing stagnated, and the mind went blank.

He was no longer the handsome boy he used to be, but she still recognized him at a glance.

Everything about him was deeply engraved in her heart, and no amount of resentment could cover him up.

"Huihui, it's me, Rong He."

Rong He reached out and grabbed her hand, which had become rough from long-term labor, and put the needle-stabbed finger into her warm mouth, just like she did when she was young.

The long-lost feeling, like an electric shock, made Zeng Hui's body stiffen slightly.

Seeing Shang Ronghe's gaze, her body was shocked, and she hurriedly pulled her hand out of his mouth. Huo Di stood up and tried to escape in panic.

Where could Rong He let her escape?

He grabbed her hand and shouted in a hurried tone, "Huihui, don't go!"

Zeng Hui's body was slightly startled again, her footsteps were a bit messy, and she stretched out her hand to cover her face.

She never wanted to look directly at him.

I don't want him to see me either.

"Huihui-"

Rong He shouted hoarsely, "Stop and chat with me, okay?"

"We don't have anything to talk about anymore. Rong He, let go!"

Zeng Hui tried hard to get rid of his hand.

Rong He is unwilling to relax no matter what!

He grabbed it like that.

It took more than 40 years to find her and grab her hand.

No matter what this time, he didn't want to let go.

Even if she no longer has feelings for him, he wants to chat more with her, give himself a chance to defend himself, and let her untie her knot.

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