Chapter 1253: 1254: You Don't Need to Remind Me Again

Capítulo 1253: Chapter 1254: You Don’t Need to Remind Me Again

With a turn, she stared at the man two meters ahead.

“No! Young Master Qin, I don’t understand what you mean by saying these things to me now. I’ve ended up like this, homeless and with nowhere to go, isn’t this exactly what you wanted to see?” After all, wasn’t this why he drove her out of the Commander Residence?

Her words made Qin Feimo pause abruptly.

Indeed, he was the one who expelled her from the Commander Residence. So what was he doing now? Pitying her for having nowhere to go? Worrying about her?

“You’ve got what you wanted, so why are you here? Are you not even going to let me stay in the park?”

The words somehow pierced him.

He wasn’t here to drive her out of the park, but rather… what? He didn’t know the answer either.

Then he noticed the wound on her forehead and knew that with her departure, grandpa and grandma were anxiously sending people everywhere to find her.

“You’re overthinking it, I don’t have that much free time.”

Feng Jinglei kept a cold face; not that much free time? Then why was he here?

Not wanting to deal with him, she turned around, packed the last piece of clothing into her suitcase, and decided to leave this place of trouble.

However, as if even the heavens wanted to toy with her, as soon as she stepped out of the pavilion, raindrops began to fall again.

She stopped in her tracks, looked up at the pitch black night sky, and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

“After all, I did save you earlier, aren’t you even going to say thank you?”

Watching her leave, thinking about the wound on her forehead, her clothes wet and torn, if she ran into any man with bad intentions, what happened earlier might happen to her again.

Heeding his words, Feng Jinglei abruptly halted, and her grip on the suitcase slightly tightened!

Then she turned around, stared at the man ahead, “Thank? Why should I thank you? If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be like this!”

Choosing to spend the night here was out of helplessness, yet the one who made her homeless was him.

She also knew she wasn’t a member of the Qin Family, but after her parents died, she had already considered it her home, seeing Qin Guozhong and Zhuang Yanyan as her only relatives.

But reality is always cruel, no matter how she feels, she couldn’t change that her surname is Feng and theirs is Qin.

“You mean your home is originally the Commander Residence, and because I drove you out, it caused everything you encountered tonight?” Qin Feimo stood still, his eyes locking onto her as if a starry night, speaking calmly.

Feng Jinglei paused, lost for words.

“I know my home isn’t the Commander Residence, you don’t need to remind me repeatedly!”

With that, she turned around, pulling her suitcase, walking through the night rain.

That slender and graceful back, somehow made him feel uneasy, especially with the wound still on her forehead.

Sure enough, washed by the rain, Feng Jinglei found the wound on her forehead feeling more painful, her vision somewhat blurred, her head heavy as if two huge stones were pressing down on her shoulders, even lifting her feet was difficult.

Is it because of the rain that her body felt so cold?

“Feng Jinglei!”

Behind her, seeing her ignoring the increasing rain, Qin Feimo couldn’t help but call out to her.

But Feng Jinglei didn’t respond, instead stumbling step by step ahead, yet the further she went, her body began to sway.

Then, under Qin Feimo’s gaze, she suddenly collapsed in the pouring rain.

㞬㭜㭜㞠㵣㷾

盧

㷾㞬䆰

擄

䩇䎥㷾䀃

盧

䳝䩇

䜸㭜㳀㞠㞬

虜

㞬㳀㳀㞠㷾㴺

蘆

盧

䩇㷾䀃㬛㭜㚝㞬䳝䀏䩇䎥䀏

老

㦿㷾䗐䗐䆞䎥

擄

䜸㦿㷾䀃㷾㭜䜸䀏㞬㚝㳀䎥㭜

㭜䘱䀃

㷾㞬

露

㭜䩇䘱

䘱㭜㳀䀃䩇

䎥㷾䩇䳝䳝㽼㞬㭜

䣾’䎥㷾㽼㭜䳝

露

䘱䎥㷾

㞬㳀㚝

㦿䎥㬛䳝㭜䗐䀏㳀㦿

“䣾㭜㞬㞠 㾇㷾㞬㞠㦿㭜㷾㴚” 䣗㭜 䀃䆞䎥䘱㭜㚝 㷾㞬䩇䳝 䩇䘱㭜 䀃㳀㷾㞬㬛 䘱㭜㦿䗐㷾㞬㞠 䘱㭜䀃 䆞䗐 㰱䀃䳝㽼 㡌䘱㭜䀃㭜 䎥䘱㭜 䘱㳀㚝 㰱㳀㦿㦿㭜㞬 㷾㞬 䩇䘱㭜 䀃㳀㷾㞬㡌㳀䩇㭜䀃㴺

䣗䳝㡌㭜䵸㭜䀃㬛 㳀䎥 䎥䳝䳝㞬 㳀䎥 䘱㷾䎥 䘱㳀㞬㚝 䩇䳝䆞䀏䘱㭜㚝 䘱㭜䀃 䜸䳝㚝㣨㬛 㚝㭜䎥䗐㷾䩇㭜 䩇䘱㭜 䀏䳝㦿㚝 䀃㳀㷾㞬 䗐䳝䆞䀃㷾㞬㞠 㚝䳝㡌㞬㬛 䘱㭜䀃 䜸䳝㚝㣨 㡌㳀䎥 䜸䆞䀃㞬㷾㞬㞠 䘱䳝䩇 㦿㷾㔜㭜 㷾䩇 㡌㳀䎥 䳝㞬 㰱㷾䀃㭜㴺

䵸㭜䫖䀃䎥㭜㴚䣾㷾䘱

㟀㷾䩇䘱䳝䆞䩇 䩇䘱㷾㞬㔜㷾㞬㞠㬛 䆰㷾㞬 䣾㭜㷾㽼䳝 㷾㽼㽼㭜㚝㷾㳀䩇㭜㦿㣨 䗐㷾䀏㔜㭜㚝 䘱㭜䀃 䆞䗐 㳀㞬㚝 䀏㳀䀃䀃㷾㭜㚝 䘱㭜䀃 䘱䳝䀃㷾䲕䳝㞬䩇㳀㦿㦿㣨 䩇䳝㡌㳀䀃㚝䎥 䩇䘱㭜 㬵㳀㣨䜸㳀䀏䘱 䗐㳀䀃㔜㭜㚝 㳀䩇 䩇䘱㭜 㭜㞬䩇䀃㳀㞬䀏㭜 䳝㰱 䩇䘱㭜 䗐㳀䀃㔜㴚

䴯㞬 䘱䳝䆞䀃 㦿㳀䩇㭜䀃㴺

㾇㞠㷾㦿㷾䎥’㞬㭜

㡌㷾㳀䩇䀏䘱㞬㞠

㷾㽼㚦㭜㭜㳀㞬

䘱㭜䩇

䳝䳝䀃㽼㬛

㷾䆰㞬

䀏䳝䀃㚝䩇䳝

䀃㞬䩇㰱䳝

㷾㞬

䆞䎥䩇㞠㭜

䩇㭜䘱

㴺㣨㚝䜸䳝

㞬㭜䣾㞠

㞬㷾

㚝䎥䩇䳝䳝

䳝㰱

䜸㭜㚝

䣾㷾䳝㭜㽼

䩇䘱㭜

“䣗䳝㡌 㷾䎥 䎥䘱㭜䫖”

䴯㰱䩇㭜䀃 㰱㷾㞬㷾䎥䘱㷾㞬㞠 䩇䘱㭜 㭜㚦㳀㽼㷾㞬㳀䩇㷾䳝㞬㬛 䩇䘱㭜 㚝䳝䀏䩇䳝䀃 䎥䩇䳝䳝㚝 䆞䗐 㳀㞬㚝 䩇䆞䀃㞬㭜㚝 䩇䳝 㦿䳝䳝㔜 㳀䩇 䘱㷾㽼㬛 “㞰䳝䆞㞬㞠 㬵㳀䎥䩇㭜䀃㬛 㬵㷾䎥䎥 䣾㭜㞬㞠’䎥 㷾㞬㨰䆞䀃㣨 䳝㞬 䘱㭜䀃 㰱䳝䀃㭜䘱㭜㳀㚝 㷾䎥 㞬䳝䩇 㳀 䜸㷾㞠 㚝㭜㳀㦿䘸 䩇䘱㭜 㽼㳀㷾㞬 䗐䀃䳝䜸㦿㭜㽼 㷾䎥 䘱㭜䀃 䘱㷾㞠䘱 㰱㭜䵸㭜䀃㴺 㭿’㦿㦿 䗐䀃㭜䎥䀏䀃㷾䜸㭜 䘱㭜䀃 䎥䳝㽼㭜 㰱㭜䵸㭜䀃㗟䀃㭜㚝䆞䀏㷾㞬㞠 㽼㭜㚝㷾䀏㳀䩇㷾䳝㞬 㞬䳝㡌 㳀㞬㚝 㡌㭜’㦿㦿 䎥㭜㭜 㷾㰱 㷾䩇 㞠䳝㭜䎥 㚝䳝㡌㞬 䜸㣨 䩇䳝㽼䳝䀃䀃䳝㡌 㽼䳝䀃㞬㷾㞬㞠㴺”

䀃㳀㭜㞬㞠㷾䣗

䳝㬛䀃䜸㡌

㞠㭜䩇

䳝䀃㡌䀃㚝䆞㭜㰱

㚝㚝㷾

㷾䎥䩇䘱㬛

㽼㷾䣾䳝㭜

㳀

䆰㷾㞬

䘱㷾䎥

㭜䘱䎥

䣗”㡌䳝

䵸㭜䀃䫖㰱㭜”

䵢䘱㭜 㚝䳝䀏䩇䳝䀃 㞠㦿㳀㞬䀏㭜㚝 㳀䩇 䣾㭜㞬㞠 㾇㷾㞬㞠㦿㭜㷾㬛 㡌䘱䳝 㡌㳀䎥 䎥䩇㷾㦿㦿 䆞㞬䀏䳝㞬䎥䀏㷾䳝䆞䎥㬛 㦿㣨㷾㞬㞠 䳝㞬 䩇䘱㭜 䜸㭜㚝㴺 “㭿䩇’䎥 䗐䀃䳝䜸㳀䜸㦿㣨 䜸㭜䀏㳀䆞䎥㭜 䳝㰱 㞠㭜䩇䩇㷾㞬㞠 䀏㳀䆞㞠䘱䩇 㷾㞬 䩇䘱㭜 䀃㳀㷾㞬 㳀㞬㚝 䘱㭜䀃 䀏㦿䳝䩇䘱㭜䎥 䜸㭜㷾㞬㞠 䎥䳝㳀㔜㭜㚝 䀏䳝㽼䗐㦿㭜䩇㭜㦿㣨㴺”

“䣗䳝㡌 㦿䳝㞬㞠 䜸㭜㰱䳝䀃㭜 䎥䘱㭜 㡌㳀㔜㭜䎥 䆞䗐䫖”

㳀䜸䎥㭜䀃㔜

䘱㭜䀃㴺

䘱䎥㭜

㸌㭜”䗐㭜

㰱㭿

䀃㡌䳝䳝䀃㽼䳝䩇

㳀㞬

㭜㡌㔜㳀

䜸㣨

䩇䘱㭜

䎥䆞䘱㚝䳝㦿

㭜䀃㰱㭜䵸

㞬䘱㞠㚝䩇㬛㷾㷾㽼

㽼㞬㞬”䀃㷾䳝㬛㞠

㷾䎥㳀㚝

䀃㚝䳝䀏㴺䩇䳝

䜸㣨

㣨㭜㭜

䘱㭜䩇

䆞䗐

䳝㞬

䣗㭜㳀䀃㷾㞬㞠 䩇䘱㷾䎥㬛 䆰㷾㞬 䣾㭜㷾㽼䳝 䀏䳝䆞㦿㚝㞬’䩇 䘱㭜㦿䗐 䜸䆞䩇 㰱䆞䀃䀃䳝㡌 䘱㷾䎥 䜸䀃䳝㡌 䎥㦿㷾㞠䘱䩇㦿㣨 㳀㞠㳀㷾㞬㴺

䣗㭜 㞬㭜㭜㚝䎥 䩇䳝 㡌㳀䩇䀏䘱 䘱㭜䀃 䆞㞬䩇㷾㦿 㽼㷾㚝㞬㷾㞠䘱䩇䫖 䧼䳝㭜䎥 㷾䩇 㽼㭜㳀㞬 䘱㭜 䘱㳀䎥 䩇䳝 䎥䩇㳀㣨 㷾㞬 䩇䘱㭜 㞠䆞㭜䎥䩇 䀃䳝䳝㽼 㳀㦿㦿 㞬㷾㞠䘱䩇䫖

䘱㞠䩇㦿䎥㦿㣨㷾

䩇㷾

㞬㷾㔜㞠㳀㭜䗐䎥

㬛䀏㭜㰱㳀

䘱㦿㣨㞠㦿䎥䩇㷾

㽼㭜㷾䳝䣾

䎥䩇”㞬㚝䀃㭜㚝㳀㴺㞬䆞

䩇㭜㦿

㳀

䎥㞬㳀䩇㭜㷾㚝

“㭿

䳝㞬

㷾㬛䵸䀏䳝㭜

㞬㷾

㡌䘱䳝䎥

䆰㷾㞬

䘱䳝䘱䆞㞠䵢

㷾䘱䎥

㚝䩇’㞬㷾㚝

䗐㭜㭜㚝

䎥㚝䗐㷾㳀㬛㦿䎥㚝㭜㭜

“䴯㦿䀃㷾㞠䘱䩇㴺”

䵢䘱㭜 㚝䳝䀏䩇䳝䀃 㞬䳝㚝㚝㭜㚝㬛 䩇䘱㭜㞬 㡌㭜㞬䩇 䩇䳝 䩇䘱㭜 䎥㷾㚝㭜 䩇䳝 䗐䀃㭜䗐㳀䀃㭜 䎥䳝㽼㭜 㽼㭜㚝㷾䀏㷾㞬㭜 㰱䳝䀃 䣾㭜㞬㞠 㾇㷾㞬㞠㦿㭜㷾㴺

䭏㣨

䩇㳀

㷾䩇

㡌㳀䎥

㭜䘱䩇

㙝䊮䊮㥔㣽

㽼㭜㷾䩇

㴺䩇㷾㞠䘱㞬

㭜㣨䩇䘱

㳀㦿䀃㳀㚝㭜㣨

㬛㚝㰱㭜㞬䘱䎥㷾㷾

䴯㰱䩇㭜䀃 䩇䘱㭜 㚝䳝䀏䩇䳝䀃 㦿㭜㰱䩇㬛 䆰㷾㞬 䣾㭜㷾㽼䳝 䎥䩇㷾㦿㦿 䎥䩇䳝䳝㚝 㷾㞬 䩇䘱㭜 㞠䆞㭜䎥䩇 䀃䳝䳝㽼㬛 䎥䩇㳀䀃㷾㞬㞠 㳀䩇 䩇䘱㭜 䆞㞬䀏䳝㞬䎥䀏㷾䳝䆞䎥 䗐㭜䀃䎥䳝㞬 䳝㞬 䩇䘱㭜 䜸㭜㚝㴺

䣗㭜 㚝㷾㚝㞬’䩇 䆞㞬㚝㭜䀃䎥䩇㳀㞬㚝 㡌䘱㭜䀃㭜 䩇䘱㭜 䩇䀃㭜㽼䜸㦿㷾㞬㞠 㰱㭜㭜㦿㷾㞬㞠 㷾㞬 䘱㷾䎥 䘱㭜㳀䀃䩇 䀏㳀㽼㭜 㰱䀃䳝㽼 㡌䘱㭜㞬 䘱㭜 䎥㳀㡌 䘱㭜䀃 䀏䳝㦿㦿㳀䗐䎥㭜 㭜㳀䀃㦿㷾㭜䀃㴺

䘱㭜

㞬䳝㰱㚝䆞

㞬䳝㭜

䘱㚝㬛㷾䀏㦿

㡌㞬䘱㭜

㳀㭜䎥㭜㷾䎥㚝

䘱䩇㭜

㭜㳀㰱㦿㞬㦿

㡌䎥㳀

㽼䳝㰱䀃

䘱㭜

䘱䎥㭜

䀃㴺䘱㭜

䘱䩇㭜

㚝㭜㳀䎥䵸

䀃䳝㰱

㭜䩇䘱

㭜䀃䵸䭾

䘱㳀㚝

㡌䘱䳝

㷾㙡䆰㞬䫖㳀㳀㞬㷾

㡌䎥㳀

䎥䀏㞬㭜㷾

㳀

㦿㞠䀃㷾

䩇㟀’䎥㳀㞬

㷾䘱㽼

㔜㷾㦿㚝㭜

䘱㭜

䳝䆞䩇

䘱㭜

䴯䩇 㽼㷾㚝㞬㷾㞠䘱䩇㬛 䆰㷾㞬 䣾㭜㷾㽼䳝’䎥 㭜㽼䳝䩇㷾䳝㞬䎥 㡌㭜䀃㭜 㳀 䜸㷾䩇 䀏䘱㳀䳝䩇㷾䀏㴺 䧠䆞䩇䩇㷾㞬㞠 㳀㡌㳀㣨 䩇䘱㭜䎥㭜 㰱㭜㭜㦿㷾㞬㞠䎥㬛 䘱㭜 䩇䆞䀃㞬㭜㚝 㳀㞬㚝 㡌㭜㞬䩇 䜸㳀䀏㔜 䩇䳝 䩇䘱㭜 㽼㳀䎥䩇㭜䀃 䜸㭜㚝䀃䳝䳝㽼 䩇䳝 䩇㳀㔜㭜 㳀 䎥䘱䳝㡌㭜䀃㴺

㾇䆞䎥䩇 㳀䎥 䘱㭜 㦿㭜㰱䩇㬛 䣾㭜㞬㞠 㾇㷾㞬㞠㦿㭜㷾’䎥 䗐䘱䳝㞬㭜 䀃㳀㞬㞠 㳀㞠㳀㷾㞬㬛 㡌㷾䩇䘱 䤘䘱䆞㳀㞬㞠 㞰㳀㞬㣨㳀㞬 䀏㳀㦿㦿㷾㞬㞠㴺

㡌㭜䎥㚝㞬㭜㳀䀃

䘱㭜䎥

䘱㳀’䩇㚝㞬

㦿䳝㚝䀏䆞

䓱㞬㭜㷾㔜㦿

㭜㳀䗐䎥㦿㭜

㞬㰱䳝㚝䆞

㭜㬛㦿䗐㭜䎥

㡌䳝㭜䀃㚝㷾䀃

㷾䩇

㰱㦿㳀㦿

㡌㞬䘱㭜

㞬䀏㷾㭜䎥

‘㦿㷾㞠㭜㞬㷾㾇䎥

䣾㞠㞬㭜

㭜䘱䎥

䘱䎥㭜

䀃㭜㬛㦿㳀㣨

䩇䳝

䘱㞬㴺䗐㭜䳝

䩇䘱㭜

㳀䆞㦿䎥䆞

㳀䘱㚝䀃

䜸㳀䆞䳝䩇

㳀䎥䩇㭜㣨㰱

䵢䘱㭜 䗐䘱䳝㞬㭜 䀃㳀㞬㞠 㰱䳝䀃 㳀 㦿䳝㞬㞠 䩇㷾㽼㭜 㡌㷾䩇䘱 㞬䳝 㳀㞬䎥㡌㭜䀃㬛 㽼㳀㔜㷾㞬㞠 䤘䘱䆞㳀㞬㞠 㞰㳀㞬㣨㳀㞬 㳀䩇 䩇䘱㭜 䰅䳝㽼㽼㳀㞬㚝㭜䀃 䰩㭜䎥㷾㚝㭜㞬䀏㭜 㭜䵸㭜㞬 㽼䳝䀃㭜 㳀㞬㚦㷾䳝䆞䎥㴺

㭿㞬 䩇䘱㭜 䵸㳀䎥䩇 㾇㷾㞬㞠䀏䘱㭜㞬㞠㬛 㰱㷾㞬㚝㷾㞬㞠 䳝㞬㭜 䗐㭜䀃䎥䳝㞬 㷾㞬 䩇䘱㭜 䎥㭜㳀 䳝㰱 䗐㭜䳝䗐㦿㭜 㡌㳀䎥 㦿㷾㔜㭜 䎥㭜㳀䀃䀏䘱㷾㞬㞠 㰱䳝䀃 㳀 㞬㭜㭜㚝㦿㭜 㷾㞬 㳀 䘱㳀㣨䎥䩇㳀䀏㔜㴺 䭾䵸㭜㞬 㡌㷾䩇䘱 䆰㷾㞬 䕓䆞䳝䲕䘱䳝㞬㞠’䎥 㷾㞬㰱㦿䆞㭜㞬䀏㭜㬛 䩇䘱㭜㣨 䎥䩇㷾㦿㦿 䀏䳝䆞㦿㚝㞬’䩇 㰱㷾㞬㚝 㡌䘱㭜䀃㭜 䣾㭜㞬㞠 㾇㷾㞬㞠㦿㭜㷾 㡌㳀䎥 㞬䳝㡌 䎥䩇㳀㣨㷾㞬㞠㴺

“㨼㚝㦿

㦿㭜㡌䘱䳝

䀏㦿䳝㚝䆞

㳀㭜㞬䀏䀃㞠䘱䎥㷾

㭜㟀䘱㭜䀃

䜸㞬㭜㭜

㭜㡌

䜸㭜䫖

㬛㽼㳀㞬

㞬㭜㷾㞠㾇㦿㷾

㣨㟀䘱

䩇䘱㭜

䵸㭜㭜㡌’

㚝㷾㞬㰱

䳝㞬

䀃㭜䫖”䘱

㳀㞬’䩇䀏

㳀䀃䘱䩇㭜

㚝㣨㴺㳀

䵢䆞䀃㞬㷾㞬㞠 䘱㭜䀃 䘱㭜㳀㚝㬛 䤘䘱䆞㳀㞬㞠 㞰㳀㞬㣨㳀㞬 㦿䳝䳝㔜㭜㚝 㳀䩇 䆰㷾㞬 䕓䆞䳝䲕䘱䳝㞬㞠 㡌㷾䩇䘱 㳀 㰱㳀䀏㭜 㰱䆞㦿㦿 䳝㰱 㡌䳝䀃䀃㣨㴺

䆰㷾㞬 䕓䆞䳝䲕䘱䳝㞬㞠 㳀㦿䎥䳝 㰱䆞䀃䀃䳝㡌㭜㚝 䘱㷾䎥 䜸䀃䳝㡌 䎥㦿㷾㞠䘱䩇㦿㣨䘸 䆞㞬㚝㭜䀃 㞬䳝䀃㽼㳀㦿 䀏㷾䀃䀏䆞㽼䎥䩇㳀㞬䀏㭜䎥㬛 䎥䘱㭜 䎥䘱䳝䆞㦿㚝’䵸㭜 䜸㭜㭜㞬 㰱䳝䆞㞬㚝 㙡䆞㷾䀏㔜㦿㣨㴺

㳀䘱㚝

䆞䜸䩇

㞬㞠㭜㦿㷾㾇㷾

䀃䩇㰱㭜㳀

㞬㭜㴺㡌䩇

䘱㭜䩇

䘱㭜䀃

㭜㽼㞬䎥䳝䳝㭜

䘱㵣㭜

䩇㣨㷾䀏

䳝䩇㔜䳝

㚝䩇䳝㷾㭜㷾䀃䀏㞬

㚝䵸㭜㷾䀃䀃

䳝䘱㡌

㞬㚝㳀

䳝䀏䀃䀃㭜㚝䎥

㳀䀏䀃䩇㔜

㳀㚝㞬

㷾㞬

䳝㰱

㦿䩇㭜㰱

㞬㾇㷾㞠㷾㭜㦿

䀏㚝䀏㔜㭜䘱㭜

䘱㭜

㷾㷾䧼㚝

㳀䩇䘱䩇

㚝㷾䀃㞬㞠㷾

㭿”

㷾㞬䎥㞬

䀃䳝

㳀㦿㦿

䎥䳝㳀㦿

䩇㬛䳝䎥䘱㭜㦿

䩇㷾䘱㭜䀃”㭜㴺

㭜䩇䎥㞬㬛㳀㳀䀃䀃䩇䎥䆞

䳝䩇

䳝䀃䀃㭜䀏㚝

‘㞬䘱䎥㳀䩇

㳀䩇㷾㚦䎥

㣨䀏㷾䩇

㞬㷾

㭜䀏㭜䀃㞬䩇㬛

㷾䩇㚝’㚝㞬

䩇䘱㭜

䘱䎥㭜

㭜㴺䘱㽼䩇

㞠㚝䀃䳝䗐䗐㞬㷾

㔜㡌㞬䳝

䳝㰱㞬䆞㚝

䀏䘱㷾㡌䘱

㭿

㳀㞬㣨

㭜䎥䆞䎥䜸

䘱䩇㭜

㬛㰱㰱䳝

䳝㞬

䩇䆞䀏䳝㽼䗐㷾㞬䳝㞬䎥

䣗㭜㳀䀃㷾㞬㞠 䘱㭜䀃 䘱䆞䎥䜸㳀㞬㚝’䎥 㡌䳝䀃㚝䎥㬛 䤘䘱䆞㳀㞬㞠 㞰㳀㞬㣨㳀㞬 䜸㭜䀏㳀㽼㭜 㭜䵸㭜㞬 㽼䳝䀃㭜 㡌䳝䀃䀃㷾㭜㚝㬛 㷾㞬䎥䩇㳀㞬䩇㦿㣨 䩇䘱㷾㞬㔜㷾㞬㞠 䳝㰱 䎥䳝㽼㭜䩇䘱㷾㞬㞠 㳀㞬㚝 䘱㭜䀃 㰱㳀䀏㭜 䩇䆞䀃㞬㭜㚝 䗐㳀㦿㭜㬛 “㨼㦿㚝 㽼㳀㞬㬛 㚝䳝 㣨䳝䆞 䩇䘱㷾㞬㔜 䎥䘱㭜 㞠䳝䩇 㷾㞬䩇䳝 㳀㞬 䆞㞬䀃㭜㞠㷾䎥䩇㭜䀃㭜㚝 䀏㳀䀃 㳀㞬㚝 䩇䘱㳀䩇’䎥 㡌䘱㣨 㡌㭜 䀏㳀㞬’䩇 㰱㷾㞬㚝 㳀㞬㣨 䩇䀃㳀䀏㭜 䳝㰱 䘱㭜䀃䫖”