Mr. Li, The Heart Bandit [COMPLETE]

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“Sorry, we have done our best.”

Thud—

Ji Weixi lost every bit of her strength. The plastic bag in her hand dropped to the ground, the oranges inside rolling all over the floor.

Startled, everyone turned towards here.

Ji Weixi’s face was pale white. Her tears fell silently and she did not even dare to breathe then.

She could not believe it.

She never imagined that Mo Bin would leave that quickly—she had bought his favorite oranges.

She moved with much difficulty, but suddenly her legs went soft and she knelt before the bed.

“Uncle…”

Ji Weixi shuddered as she spoke while her tears poured.

“Uncle… I’ve brought you oranges, you haven’t eaten them…”

Her words were blank, as if she would not accept that reality.

Meanwhile, Mo Nanfeng rubbed away his face full of tears. His eyes red, he gulped, “Weixi… My father told me to take care of you before he left…”

“Be rest assured, I… I will fulfill that promise.”

Ji Weixi did not hear him. All she saw was Mo Bin’s kindness towards her in her younger days.

Death was such a horrifying thing.

Once dead, a person’s kindness would be magnified infinitely and unforgotten until the end of a person’s life.

The last time Ji Weixi felt so sad was at her mother’s death.

She had bawled herself out and cried herself hoarse then, but she neither screamed nor cried this time.

As Mo Bin’s corpse was being sent to the morgue, Ji Weixi left the ward. The little one’s eyes were red too, seemingly having cried as well.

“Mommy, don’t be sad. You have Daddy and me—no one will bully you from now on.”

Ji Weixi took a seat; her eyes were blank.

Li Shaoling gathered her into his arms, putting his chin over her head. “I’m here.”

Ji Weixi looked up at him, and he grinned. “Cry if you want to. Don’t hold it in until you break.”

“I don’t want to—I already did.”

Just seconds after those words left her mouth, her lips were pursed and her tears were falling.

“I don’t want to cry.” She said, swallowing and rubbing off her tears.

Li Shaoling pressed her into his arms. “Yes, you don’t want to cry.”

Ji Weixi bit her lip as she tried to endure, tugging Li Shaoling’s shirt. Then, when she finally could not hold it in, she wailed hysterically.

Her cry left Li Shaoling feeling needles in his heart.

Again and again, he patiently stroke her back.

The woman in his arms was like a hurt little deer, shivering and seeking his help.

Pain flashed through Li Shaoling’s dark, quiet eyes for a moment.

He suddenly had the perverted idea to cripple her legs so that she would be his for life, and never getting hurt.

However, her legs were long and white, and he quickly threw away the thought.