Chapter 449 (1/2)

”Little butterfly...”

Xue Luocha, with red eyes, strode in the direction of the little butterfly.

In recent years, he has lived in pain.

He hated himself and his incompetence. He couldn't protect his wife and let her be robbed by other men.

I hate my wife more because she had a child with another man.

More hate little butterfly, this life that doesn't need to come to this world, but came to this world, let oneself suffer all the humiliation, let oneself can't raise his head to be a man.

Several times, he really wished he could kill the child and his wife.

However, he can't, really can't

Until his wife died of depression, he found that he seemed to have lost half his life. He didn't know whether to be happy or painful.

The funny thing is that the wife left and left the little butterfly to herself.

Leave the person you least want to see and hate to yourself and take care of her by yourself.

What a big ironic topic

From that moment on, xueluocha hated the little butterfly even more. He thought it was the life that should not have been born and she took everything away.

I was indifferent to her, I beat her, I hated her. But what about her? Or a father

She treated her like that. Why didn't she hate herself and call her father

But... But just a moment ago, he really understood.

I'm wrong. I've been wrong all these years. It's wrong.

Is it wrong that his wife was taken away? She didn't. Is it wrong that she has a child in her stomach? Still not

Where's the little butterfly? Can she choose? Can you choose who your father is? Can you choose to be the daughter of whose family? She still can't

But what about yourself? So selfish, all the sins and all the resentments were transferred to his wife and to little butterfly

Watching the little butterfly's body being hit and fly, and watching her body lift up for a moment, xueluocha regretted. Regret what you have done and regret that you have not fulfilled your responsibilities as a man.

Why did your wife die? Why did you end up depressed? Not myself, everything is myself.

Now... Now the little butterfly has been killed by herself.

The moment he saw the little butterfly killed, he roared like a beast and was as incompetent as a beast.

Just like his wife was taken away six years ago, he was so incompetent.

”Wow...”

The body of the little butterfly was thrown away, and the blood was scattered like snowflakes. At this time, the little body of the little butterfly was slowly broken. After breaking, it formed a small butterfly. These butterflies were very beautiful, flying in groups and floating into the air.

”Little butterfly...”

When the body of the little butterfly turned into a butterfly, snow Luocha stopped and looked at the sky tremblingly.

Not only him, but also people from all directions looked at the sky and the butterflies

Those butterflies slowly in mid air, condensing a picture. The picture was six years ago

It was a snowy night, but there was a festive night

”Well?”