Long-term love becomes sick, ex-husband is too involved in the drama

The cold voice was slightly trembling and indistinct, as if trying to restrain something.

Until now, Mu Shihuan's mind is still in chaos, his eyelashes flicker uncontrollably, and his breathing is even short and rapid.

Subconsciously, she looked up at the tombstone.

Heartbeat, sudden arrest.

On the tombstone, a gentle and jade-like face appeared first in sight.

"The tomb of my late husband, Mu Jingzhou..."

Mu Jingzhou, Mu...

"Kneel down."

Another cold word.

The heartbeat resumed, followed by an uncontrollable frenzy, bang bang bang, as if about to rush out of the chest. In an instant, Mu Shihuan's head changed from chaos to whiteness, and there was nothing else except the word Mu Jingzhou.

"Miss Shi Huan..." Uncle Ming standing aside choked up, his eyes blushing because of his age, "He is... your father, do you really not remember everything?"

boom!
It was as if the brain had been exploded.

In just one second, the blood on Mu Shihuan's face disappeared, and almost at the same time, an indescribable pain gushed out from the deepest part of her heart, and then spread to her limbs and bones.

Father……

Her... father?
With a "plop", she knelt down straight.

The floor tiles were cold and hard, and his knees seemed to be hurting, but Mo Shihuan couldn't feel it.

Her lips trembled, and she wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton soaked in water, and she couldn't squeeze out a complete sentence: "He...he..."

And it was at this moment that Yu Guang discovered the inscription on the tombstone——

Wife Gao Zhiman.

There was an anticipation in her heart, almost stiff, she turned her head and looked at the woman who made her kneel down in the first place.

Uncle Ming's eyes became more red: "Miss Shi Huan, this is... the young lady, your mother, who just... just came back from abroad."

Four eyes facing each other.

"mom……"

With a frenzied heartbeat, Mo Shihuan's voice trembled, unconsciously wanting to get closer, but also blurting out.

"Don't call me that!"

In the next second, the cold words pierced into his ears.

Mu Shihuan was stunned, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head, and the joy that quietly gushed out of his heart dissipated completely.

The wind blows, the hair is blown.

Gao Zhiman's exquisite face was extremely cold, and she looked at each other for two seconds, she turned her face away, as if... looking at her for another second was unbearable.

Mu Shihuan was caught in his breath.

Why……

Her lips twitched, and she wanted to speak, but looking at her side face, she couldn't make a sound, only waves of dull pain rampaging through her body clearly and intensely.

Uncle Ming was in a complicated mood, almost pleading: "Young Madam, you...don't be like this...Miss Shi Huan, she..."

"Mu Shihuan," the voice almost overflowed from the depths of the throat, Gao Zhiman closed his eyes, then opened them again, all kinds of self-mockery and resentment flashed away, "Do you remember how he died? Remember him When did you die!"

Heart trembled violently.

That feeling is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

The brain was buzzing, and a bad feeling surged out. Mo Shihuan turned his head almost mechanically, and looked at the time at the place where the tombstone was signed——

two years ago.

Two years ago...

In an instant, she suddenly had a feeling of wanting to escape.

She was scared.

Why... everything happened two years ago?
"say."

It was Gao Zhiman's cold and stern eyes that struck along with the questioning.

The pain in the chest was extremely dull, unconsciously, Mo Shihuan clenched his fingers tightly.

"I……"

"He was trying to save you. There wasn't a single bone in his body that wasn't broken. When we found you, his body was covered in blood. He died with a grievance, but you... are safe and sound."

A sentence without emotional ups and downs, the last four words are extremely light and low, as if they don't have the slightest weight, but they are pressing on Mu Shihuan's heart...heavy as Mount Tai!
Mu Shihuan... His face was pale!
Her throat seemed to be strangled, she couldn't breathe, and a strong sense of suffocation surrounded her. Along with it, was the smell of blood, which seemed to permeate the air, so clear that it made her feel nauseous instantly.

In just a few seconds, cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Miss Shi Huan!" Uncle Ming quickly supported her precarious body.

He also felt uncomfortable, even though it has been so long since this incident, but the traces can never be erased, the pain will always be there.

"Miss Shi Huan..."

Mu Shihuan felt as if her heart was being gripped and torn by an invisible hand. The pain seemed to have been accumulated for a century, so intense that she couldn't resist it, and it lasted forever.

She looked at Gao Zhiman.

Uncle Ming followed and looked over, tears streaming down his face: "Young Madam, don't talk about it, Miss Shi Huan..."

"Amnesia, right?" Gao Zhiman interrupted him.

"Young lady..."

Gao Zhiman looked at Mu Shihuan again.

Mu Shihuan instinctively wanted to explain something, but looking at those eyes, she couldn't find any words to justify. She could clearly feel that her mother was resentful towards her.

The nails dug into the palm unconsciously and printed traces, but she didn't feel the slightest pain.

"dad……"

"If you lose your memory, you can erase everything?" Gao Zhiman took a step forward, looking down at Mu Shihuan's face, "Abandoning the pain and living heartlessly and recklessly? Forget his misery forever?"

The face became whiter.

Mu Shihuan grumbled: "I..."

"Why? Mu Shihuan."

Mu Shihuan froze.

Seeing what Gao Zhiman wanted to say, he couldn't bear it, Uncle Ming couldn't help but interrupt her: "Young Madam! This is not... not Miss Shi Huan's fault, she is also a victim, she..."

"Do you still want to defend her?"

"..."

Doing his best to suppress the wantonness in his chest, Gao Zhiman pulled the corner of his lips lightly: "Uncle Ming, which sentence did I say wrong? It's not her fault, whose fault is that? Now that the Mu family has become like this, you Dare to say, without her responsibility?"

Uncle Ming opened his mouth.

He couldn't refute.

Mu Shihuan recovered from the chaos.

"Mu family...Mu family..." Her voice trembled, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to speak for a while, and more importantly, she couldn't look Gao Zhiman directly in the eyes.

She found herself afraid.

"I……"

"Miss Shi Huan..." Uncle Ming heaved a long sigh.

He couldn't bear it, but he couldn't stop being cruel to her. The matter had come to this point, he had to take this road, not only him, the young lady, the old man, and Miss Shi Huan were all like this.

"Although you have lost your memory, you should always remember one sentence, no matter what the situation," he could restrain himself at first, but when he spoke again, he was obviously angry, "What Mu Sinian said...you can't believe a single word! We and He is irreconcilable!"

"Mousse year..."

"Yes!"

Unconsciously, Uncle Ming's grip on her hand increased, and the anger and hatred on his face gradually became clearer and stronger.

"Musinian is a white-eyed wolf!" When he roared, his eyes were scarlet and his body was shaking, "He...his mother, she was the one who plotted against the master and ruined the master's reputation! Later he ended up in an orphanage, It's the master... The master took him back to Mu's house and treated him well, regardless of the previous suspicions. I didn't expect... I didn't expect that he would steal everything from inside and outside, schemed against the Mu family, and took away everything from the Mu family! Forced the master...Master..."

Choked up in tears, he couldn't go on.

Her arm hurt, but Mu Shihuan didn't break free. Her mind was in a mess, almost subconsciously. She asked, "But...but he said, I used to be at Mu's house, and I...he said...he Said he promised Dad to take care of..."

"What care?! He's just lying!" Uncle Ming was emotionally agitated, and he unconsciously raised his voice when he blurted out, "Does he think we don't know! The death of the young master... clearly has nothing to do with him! He just wants to get rid of you get……"

"Uncle Ming."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Mo Shihuan looked at Gao Zhiman in a daze.

She wanted to call her, but...

Gao Zhiman was also looking at her.

"I heard that you are going to divorce Li Jingyan, is that true?"

The sudden change of topic made Mo Shihuan at a loss, she opened her mouth.

"I……"

Moving his gaze to the tombstone, Gao Zhiman suddenly smiled, not knowing whether he was laughing at Mu Shihuan or Mu Jingzhou.

"For Li Jingyan, you have worked so hard and desperately. As for Li Jingyan, you have worked hard to marry Mu Nuan, and you did not hesitate to join hands with Mu Si to bring down the Mu family. Now you are divorced lightly... Mu Shihuan, raise your head Look at him carefully, are you sorry for his disregard of face for you back then? Are you sorry for him dying so badly because of you? Do you have the right to act willfully again and again?"

A sentence, a word, like a sharp knife carved a deep imprint on Mo Shihuan's heart.

Blood dripping.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the dull pain made her unable to speak.

……

The sunset is about to disappear.

The cold wind gusts, the temperature drops, and the corners of clothes and hair are blown.

Gao Zhiman looked at the photo on the tombstone, and then a low mocking sentence drifted into the air——

"Mu Jingzhou, are you satisfied?"

After a long time, she turned around blankly.

"Young Madam..." Not far away, Uncle Ming was in a complicated mood, his eyes were red, "Thank you for coming back."

Gao Zhiman did not respond.

Uncle Ming's voice trembled, he hesitated to speak: "Young Madam..."

It was Gao Zhiman who responded to him and left resolutely.

Her back was straight, and strength seemed to hang over her.

But no one knew that she had tears in the corners of her eyes.

more unknown...

……

Mu Shihuan was taken back to the apartment by the driver arranged by Uncle Ming.

She was devastated, her face was bloodless, her body was cold, and unconsciously, she bent her legs, and her whole body was almost curled up together, as if only in this way could she gain a little sense of security.

But even so, her head was in a state of confusion throughout the whole process, and her breathing seemed to be extremely difficult, and when she got out of the car, if the driver hadn't reminded her, she might have forgotten the things she bought before being taken to the cemetery by Uncle Ming.

But before kneeling for too long, she staggered when her feet landed on the ground, and she almost fell down.

Suddenly, Mu Shihuan seemed to hear a familiar voice——

"Madam, Mr. Li asked me to pick you up for your appointment."

Mu Shihuan raised his head mechanically.

It turned out to be the first year of high school.

She remembered, Li Jingyan... asked her to have dinner with her tonight.

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Shi Xiaohuan, what a miserable girl.