The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

The belief he had insisted on for many years collapsed, and he had nothing left to ask for. Die with the only relative in the world, and also blocked the last wind and rain for her, which can be regarded as an explanation for this relationship.

But he survived, and Situ Yan didn't drag him to die with him in the end.

It's just that what if he survived, he couldn't go back to Wen's house, and the island was completely in ruins. He was suddenly lost and couldn't find a reason to live.

That feeling of being dead even though he was still alive, he didn't even know what the meaning of his existence was.

"Well, what would you do if you were me."

Suddenly, Wen Shiyi spoke out, that hoarse voice sounded vicissitudes and sadness, revealing a touch of confusion, he looked down at his hand, but seemed so hesitant.

He was paying attention to and keeping warm, but he didn't dare to get close to her. He didn't dare to go where she was.

Anhao opened her mouth, feeling a little panicked in her heart. She really wanted to help Wen Liang speak, but when she saw Wen Shiyi's eyes full of silence, she suddenly couldn't say anything.

She had felt this kind of despair and confusion before.

She squeezed her hands tightly and gave a soft laugh, Anhao raised a smile that was about to cry, "If I were you, I would give up." How can a relationship that cannot be responded to be persisted.

Although An Hao knew that Wen Liang already knew his own heart, he was not continuing to chase the group without any response, it was just that he had never felt the same way, so how dare he be easily forgiven and let go?
Anhao thought a lot, she saw clearly in this one-sided emotional pursuit, but although she felt sorry for Wen Liang, she didn't say too much for Wen Liang.

People always get tired after taking the initiative for a long time. Wen Liang's words at the beginning were the last hope that overwhelmed Wen Shiyi and pushed him into the abyss of despair.

Hearing An Hao's words, Wen Shiyi just lowered his eyes and said nothing. He was obviously still expressionless, but it made people feel very sad, as if he was abandoned by people all over the world, full of loneliness.

An Hao wanted to comfort Wen Shiyi, but she didn't know where to start.

The car was driving at a constant speed, the two of them stopped talking proactively, the atmosphere in the car was so quiet that even each other's breathing seemed so clear, An Hao buried her head between her legs, looking so weak.

And Wen Shiyi was still driving the car with one hand, his calm eyes seemed to exude a decadent decadence, separating himself from the world, it made people feel sad.

In this atmosphere, Anhao was sent to the small town by Wen Shiyi the next morning. In fact, it is not a small town, nor is it a village, but compared to the bustling city of Minghai City, it is indeed only a small town. Can be considered a small town.

Anhao had caught up on sleep in the middle of the night, so she didn't look so exhausted, but the injury on her back was always aching, but she didn't tell Wen Shiyi that she didn't want to hurt him any more. trouble.

Unbuttoning the seat belt, An Hao looked at Wen Shiyi with some hesitation and asked, "Give me your contact information, and I can still contact you in case something happens." An Hao blinked her eyes and said with a guilty conscience.

However, Wen Shiyi answered inappropriately, "Mi Ai is in the hospital inside, you can find her by yourself." After a pause, he instructed, "Don't get in too much contact with these people."