Rong Huang came out of the bathroom, but the faint smell of blood in his nose still did not dissipate.

Rong Huang wanted to vomit.

But Rong Huang could hold it back.

Beautiful women need an image outside.

Never vomit!

Rong Huang pumped himself up secretly, leaning on the railing and taking a deep breath.

At this time, there are not many people on the aisle, and most of the people who come and go are waiters, as well as men and women passing by in a hug and affectionate manner.

Rong Huang heard a sound of footsteps, holding his small face and turning his head.

Through a hazy mist, Rong Huang saw two tall men approaching here.

In a daze, Rong Huang seemed to see a familiar face.

Rong Huang tilted his head and blinked, trying hard to see more clearly.

But Rong Huang is now on the top of alcohol, and within fifty meters there is no distinction between humans and animals.

"Hmm..." Rong Huang raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, his voice soft, uncertain, and a little joyful, and he muttered, "Cen Cen?"

After muttering, Rong Huang felt that there must be hallucinations again.

Cen Cen seems...dead?

Rong Huang's small white arm was lying on the railing, biting his hand with a bit of sadness.

What are you sad about?

Rong Huang's head was messed up now, and he didn't know what was upset.

It's sad anyway.

Rong Huang thought frankly.

Rong Huang covered his mouth and burped a little milk, and the water in Xing's eyes was even more intense, with the color of water.

Rong Huang subconsciously let go of his consciousness, wanting to see the person's appearance clearly.

Ah, really looks exactly like Cen Cen.

Rong Huang stopped biting his hands and moved away from his two soft legs. His milky voice rose a little, with a hint of uncertainty, "Cen Cen?"

The man who was walking with his eyes down keenly heard these two words and immediately raised his head.

The indifferent pure black eyes became darker and deeper at this moment.

He saw the little girl not far away.

The little girl seemed to be thinner, and the slender waistline outlined by the half-sleeved T-shirt seemed to break if she was too strong.

He still likes the little girl with some meat.

soft.

Hold comfortably.

Rongbin's white eyes rolled turbulently, the curve of his jaw line was tight, and the back of his hand was bulging with blue veins.

There was a dryness in the throat, and even his breathing became a bit heavy.

It seems to be suppressing something.

Just when Rong Binbai wanted to step forward, the little girl over there moved.

Like a butterfly, it flew into his arms.

The little girl rushed into her arms so hard that it hurt his chest a little.

But this bit of pain is nothing compared to the pain that is about to drown everything in the heart.

"Cen Cen."

The little girl in her arms called his name softly.

A group of limp little girls buried in his chest, calling out his name.

This is his little girl.

His little girl is back.

They meet again in another world.

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Rong Binbai's rapid breathing gradually slowed down, and his hand that was originally hanging on his side moved and put it on Rong Huang's waist.

The little girl was still screaming, sweet and groggy.

The furry head rubbed against his chest from time to time.

Rong Bin stared at Rong Huang with white eyes, and there was a horrible paranoia and treacherous flow in his painted ink eyes.

The soft and warm touch of the palm reminded him that all of this is true.

Rong Binbai slowly lowered his head, and while the red lips were lightly raised, a kiss fell on the top of the little girl's hair.

Gradually, the little girl's voice lowered, leaving only a low whimper.

In just a moment, the whimper gradually stopped.