She did not choose to fly because she knew Duan Yilin would not let her go so easily. Xia Yu borrowed an ID card for her because she would leave so easily.
Luo Xiao's news was at the station, and the person sitting in the car outside immediately took out the phone: "Master Xia, she has already entered, I see if it is..."
"You follow up right away and protect her well. Don't let her have an accident. If there is anything, you must show up to help her right away. Have you heard?"
"Yes, Master..."
Luo Xiao left like this. She didn't take anything, but took away a few changed clothes, and these clothes were prepared by Xia Yu, and there was a card and tens of thousands of dollars in cash.
Naturally, Luo Xiao didn't know beforehand.
When she found out, it was too late to give it back to him, she was halfway there.
She is very grateful to Xia Yuxuan for helping her when she was most helpless. If possible, she would repay him, but she would never have the chance again, but she would tell the children who helped their mother and son, and there will be opportunities in the future. These must be returned to him.
Seven years later...
In the past seven years, Luo Xiao has had a hard time. She only took a part of the cash. As for the card, she hadn't moved.
Because she knew that she owed Xia Yu enough, and if there was a chance in the future, she would definitely return these to him.
The sky at night is so peaceful, Luo Xiao quietly looked at the sleeping little man, he is her treasure and her only.
It's been seven years, seven full years, and she hasn't contacted anyone because she was afraid that Duan Yilin would find her if she did.
Although she has suffered a lot in the past seven years, she is already satisfied because God has given her one of the most precious gifts. Her son, she named him Luoyang, and she wants him to be as happy as sunshine. Live happily.
Fortunately, she ran away at the time, and she was fortunate that she had left the child.
Maybe this is destined, God gave her such a possible gift when she was the most desperate, and if possible, she would give him all the happiness.
But she can't do it, she is selfish, she can't go back, and she doesn't want to go back.
"Mommy..." Luo Xiao has been immersed in these sorrows. I don't know when Luoyang woke up and hugged her leg. She put down her thoughts and hugged the child: "What's the matter? Did Mommy wake you up?"
In fact, she didn't do anything, just looked at him quietly, she just didn't know what to say so she asked.
Luoyang hugged her legs tightly and shook his head: "Mommy, I have a dream of my father."
Luo Xiao was startled, hand, gently stroked his head and smiled faintly, not knowing how to answer.
Luoyang was seven years old, and he already understood many things, but she couldn't tell him anything.
She looked at her son, he looked for long eyelashes, beautiful eyes, black and white eyes that are as clear as Duan Yilin's eyes, as long as they stand together, I'm afraid they already know who Luoyang is Up.
Luo Xiao’s eyes were sore, and he hugged his son tightly into his arms to prevent him from seeing the tears he was shed.
"Mommy, I'm sorry, Luoyang shouldn't mention these two words."
Luoyang saw that his mother was crying, and knew that he must have mentioned these two words again. Since he could talk, every time he played with other children, others always had his parents with him, but only He alone did not, he had asked more than once, but every time he asked, Luo Xiao would cry.