Black-bellied ex-husband don't get entangled

"I can't live with Chen Huai, not because Chen Huai has become more and more indifferent, but because I can't live with the evidence of my crime."

"I escaped from Chen Huai's house, but I dragged Yun Chuan back and hurt Mr. Li."

"Do you know? The man was holding a knife and wanted to cut my face. Mr. Li stood in front of me without hesitation. He never blamed me. He died to protect me and save me. I was the one who killed me." If I killed him, I killed Mr. Li."

"My meanness hurt Mr. Li."

"It was me who caused Mr. Li and Chen Huai to live and die, and who caused Yun Chuan to do so many bad things for me. He got cancer. It was just God's punishment for me."

"Sorry, Hibiscus, I'm so sorry!"

"I only have to write down all my sins on paper and confess to you. I have no face to see you again, and I have no face to see Yun Chuan again. I only hope that you who have suffered from my selfishness will find happiness."

"Yun Chuan and I are innocent. Yun Chuan loves you very much. He really loves you very much. If he does something to hurt you, don't blame him. Yun Chuan has lived carefully since he was a child. He doesn't understand love."

"Finally, this day has come. Although her mother is a sinner, she is innocent. Please help me take care of An'an."

"I'm sorry, Mujin, if there is an afterlife, I'd like to use my whole life to atone for your sins."

"Su Xinru's masterpiece"

Yao Muzhen stood in front of Su Xinru's tombstone for a long time, before the snow completely covered the ground, Yao Muzhen finally turned around, her expression was surprisingly calm.

The huge cemetery was left behind by Yao Muzhen and Lin Yunchuan, but Yao Muzhen knew that some memories were difficult for them to erase. Those things that really happened took away the people who made him happy, and left the living people to continue to suffer .

But life, no matter how painful you are, you have to go on.

After Yao Muzhen and Lin Yunchuan got into the car, the high-performance Ferrari 599 sped away like an arrow off the string.

In front of the window, Yao Mujin vaguely raised her head, looked at the rapidly receding scenery, and asked, "What are your plans?"

Lin remained silent, and replied after 2 minutes: "Jiang Weijun's case will be in court in two days, and Jiang Weijun's matter will be settled first."

She nodded, not sure if she had listened, she said, "I want to take Xiaoxiao back to England."

Lin Yunchuan's pure black eyes dimmed, and his hand holding the steering wheel tightened. He turned the steering wheel into the highway, stared ahead with a pair of eagle eyes, and said in a normal tone: "I've been very busy these days. Send Xiao Xiao and An An to my mother, the old man may not be able to leave Sun for a while."

It was rare for Yao Muzhen not to blow his hair, but he just smiled coldly, his eyebrows and eyes were full of sarcasm, "Thanks to you being so busy and still thinking about this, I, Yao Muzhen, really hold a special weight in your heart."

Yao Mujin's sharp words made Lin Yunchuan frowned, a trace of sadness flashed through his deep eyes, and quickly disappeared into the vast ocean without a trace.

Lin Yunchuan didn't speak, and didn't know whether he was too lazy to argue or acquiesced.

Yao Mujin didn't bother about this matter anymore, she put the back of the chair flat, picked up the blindfold next to her to cover her eyes, said "go back to the cabin", and fell asleep, no longer talking, refusing to talk.

Yao Muzhen was exhausted these days, and when Su Xinru passed away, Yao Muzhen was more relaxed than sad.

Yao Mujin thought, Su Xinru finally left this world, the happy time has begun, the regret is over, the story about the four people is finally over, Yao Mujin thinks from the perspective of a bystander, and finally no longer suffers from the protagonist of the story.

How beautiful, no need to feel sad for Li Junsheng, no need to worry about Su Xinru's body, no worries, no worries, how beautiful.

However, in this unfettered free world, is it really considered alive?Yao Mujin thought, maybe her last thought now is to live a small and beautiful life again, a life without Li Junsheng, Lin Yunchuan, Su Xinru, and so many messy people.

Yao Muzhen almost paranoidly believed that after returning to the UK, her life could go back to the past.

But when Yao Mujin saw the small villa again after more than half a year, she actually felt a sense of turmoil and trance. There is also a newspaper that Yao Mujin read halfway before leaving. The first floor is Li Junsheng’s room, and the second floor is the room where Lin Yunchuan, Yao Mujin and Su Xinru live. Lin Yunchuan and Yao Mujin are opposite each other, and Yao Mujin and Su Xinru are next door , while Xiaoxiao and An'an's room is on the second floor. In the study room, there are all kinds of books piled up. Xiaoxiao and An'an's toy room is at the corner of the first floor.

Yao Mujin pushed open the doors one by one, every room was empty, and there was no owner in every room.

Precisely because the hut had been so crowded, it was all the more unacceptable when it was empty.

Yao Mujin didn't care whether Lin Yunchuan went or stayed in the end, she was very tired and wanted to sleep, Yao Mujin fell on Li Junsheng's bed, wrapped her body tightly with the quilt, and finally fell asleep in the smell that belonged to Li Junsheng.

The emergency light that was turned on intentionally dazed Yao Muzhen's face, and the dim yellow light cast a layer of warm light on Yao Muzhen's body, as if to warm Yao Muzhen who was getting colder. Yao Muzhen couldn't sleep well, Delicate brows were furrowed, plain white hands were tightly clutching the quilt, the pillow was hugged across his arms, his face was deeply buried in the quilt, a drop of transparent tears dripped down the corner of Yao Mujin's eyes in such a quiet space. On the pillow, it was sucked dry by the pillow again, leaving a small wet mark.

Yao Mujin didn't close the door, and Lin Yunchuan walked into Li Junsheng's room easily. Lin Yunchuan, who had slept less than four hours a day for half a month, looked a little depressed, and he looked tired in the night. He was silent. He walked to Yao Muzhen's side without a breath, sat on the floor, leaned on the bedside table, looked up at Yao Muzhen's dreamlike sleeping position, the nostalgia and sadness in his eyes were as bitter as black coffee.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Yao Mujin's face, but he paused in the air, and then took it back.

Lin Yunchuan rubbed his face vigorously with the palm of his hand. His handsome face was deformed by Lin Yunchuan. Lin Yunchuan leaned his head on the side of the bed and muttered softly: "What do you want me to do? What can I do to satisfy you? How do you want to keep it? come down?"

The low voice seems to contain the bitterness of the world. This moment is when even the superior people are helpless.

The snow fell endlessly, as if it would keep snowing without burying City H in a sea of ​​snow.