Mr. Fu, after my wife is reborn, I won’t marry you unless you are the one to marry her.

Fu family.

"Mr. Fu, we have obtained the surveillance video from the airport and the passenger's information."

Guan Hao opened the door of the CEO's office and handed over a tablet and some printed identity information.

"That girl's name is Zhao Shuya."

Guan Hao pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said: "Several surveillance cameras captured her figure, but because the other party deliberately avoided the camera, none of the pictures captured her face."

"She was on flight ca9577 from Kyoto to Paris." Fu Yanci looked at the flight information and suddenly spoke in a low voice.

As if he knew what he was going to say next, Guan Hao immediately said: "I have sent people to check, and there is no entry record of her in France."

What does this mean?

"Mr. Fu, if she can forge Zhao Shuya's identity, she can also forge the identities of Wang Shuya, Li Shuya, and Zhang Shuya. Zhao Shuya is just an identity she used briefly."

"Her final destination may not even be Paris at all. No one knows what new identity she took after getting off the plane and which country she took the plane to."

"When you leave the country of China, looking for someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"I'm afraid this person can't be found."

"..."

Guan Hao's statement rang in Fu Yanci's ears.

Every word and every sentence tells him——

He could never find someone who deliberately avoided him.

Fu Yanci spread the photos on the table and looked at the photos intently, motionless.

His eyes were a little empty, showing a little confusion.

It's obviously her.

Why did she run away even though she knew he was looking?

Why is she still alive but refusing to go home?

So, she just flew abroad in style, right?

No worries.

Abandoning him without hesitation?

Why?

Why should she die and leave whenever she wants?

Why give him sunshine and then give him haze?

Guan Hao stood aside, looking at Fu Yanci's expression shrouded in sadness and gloom, and pursed his lips in a complicated mood, not daring to say anything.

A day later, the new wound on Fu Yanci's forehead had already scabbed over.

The person who had always been delicate now had his hair messy on his forehead and his collar was wrinkled.

He waited all night.

The news that came was that she had forged a lot of new identities, and maybe even her destination, just to prevent others from finding her.

He just looked at the photos with her figure on the table, and his eyes turned red.

……

The night is dark and the cemetery is silent.

The dim street lights made the man's figure walking on the road elongated.

Fu Yanci's unfocused eyes were obscured by messy hair, adding a bit of gloom to the whole person.

The high-end shirt he was wearing was wrinkled and full of creases, and the legs of his black trousers were covered with mottled mud spots.

I don’t know when this person started to give up on image management.

He did not shy away from appearing in the eyes of others in such a embarrassed appearance.

More than a month has passed.

Tuanzi has been gone for a month.

And she disappeared for more than a month after that airport trip.

After Gu Yanxi's death, the Gu family bought her the most expensive cemetery with the best location in the entire cemetery. Even the shape of the tombstone was uniquely designed.

There was no obstruction either from the front, back or left. Unlike those densely packed buildings, there were only her and Fu Nanyi's tombstones in the whole place.

The empty lawn in front was filled with various bouquets and offerings.

The three brothers of the Gu family come to see her almost every day, and most of them must have been created by them.

"Yanyan, I'm here to see you."

Fu Yanci stood in front of Gu Yanxi's "luxurious" tombstone.

The girl in the photo is always smiling.

Fu Yanci took out a small square velvet box from his coat pocket.

Opening the box, there was a ring lying inside.

Fu Yanci took out the ring and put it under the light. He looked at the girl in the photo solemnly, "Do you remember this ring?"

As he spoke, he put the ring on the middle finger of his left hand. The ring was well preserved and looked completely new. The diamonds embedded around it shone brightly under the light.

"This is our engagement ring. At the engagement party, I personally put on another ring for you. You only wore it for that day. I never saw you wearing it again. I don't know if you lost it..."

"I don't usually wear it." Fu Yanci's voice was a bit bitter, "Because I don't want to part with it, for fear of getting dirty or worn out."

As he spoke, he squatted down and touched the girl's features in the photo little by little with the hand wearing the ring, his eyes full of nostalgia.

"This ring is proof of our engagement and proof that you have become my fiancée."

"So, how could you just leave like that?"

"Why can't you bear to...leave me alone?"

The entire cemetery was shrouded in night, and the man's dark and gloomy eyes hid unresolved sadness.

And the culprit in all this is still laughing heartlessly.

Fu Yanci dropped his fingers feebly and sighed, "A month has passed and I still haven't found you."

He had to express this fact in frustration and helplessness, "I can't find you no matter what."

"Yanyan, tell me, where are you? Why are you hiding from me? Why can't I find you no matter what?"

The night wind blew the man's messy hair, and he just looked at the smiling girl on the tombstone and squatted in front of the tombstone for a long time without moving.

Until my feet were numb and I lost consciousness, it felt like revenge and punishment.

But this kind of punishment only punishes himself in the end.

Guan Hao stood far away, not daring to disturb.

An hour, two hours.

Just when he thought the man was about to turn into a sculpture, he finally moved.

Guan Hao then walked over and said, "Mr. Fu..."

Fu Yanci looked away from the tombstone and uttered three words in a very low voice: "Let's do it."

His face was paler than the bones of the deceased, his eyes were bright red and bloodshot, and his empty and absent eyes looked strange.

A group of men in black came over carrying stone pickaxes, shovels and other tools.

Start digging the grave.

They worked in an orderly manner, using pickaxes to remove the soil next to the stone tablet bit by bit, and inserted the crowbar...

The stone tablet belonging to Gu Yanxi was dug out and thrown aside.