Song Yu Bai Li's Late Thoughts

The familiar scent of fir trees spread to his nose from behind. Li Wanyi looked slightly startled, and he had already guessed the person coming.

The next second, she was pulled into a warm embrace.

Song Yubai's low and hoarse voice came from above his head, "Honey, I'm late, I'm sorry."

Li Wanyi was like a child who had suffered great grievance. He clenched his hands tightly, "Xiao Bai, you don't need to apologize. Between us, you never need to apologize."

"I'm just scared. I'm afraid that Xiaotong will never wake up because she blocked the bullet for me. She blocked two bullets for me. I feel like she doesn't want to live at all. Husband, I'm so scared..."

Song Yubai hugged her tightly, "I understand you. They say there is no real empathy in the world, but I have thought about every psychology you can encounter and feel. I can feel all your emotions." Fearful and helpless, my wife, you can show the most real you in front of me. You are never alone. You can understand that I am the second you in the world."

"So, I understand you very well, and I will kneel with you, and together we pray to God to help Xiaotong get well soon."

Song Yubai's words undoubtedly penetrated deep into Li Wanyi's heart.

Some people understand you as well as they understand themselves. Only people with similar souls can directly penetrate the depths of each other's hearts.

Li Wanyi was in a very low mood, but Song Yubai gave her invisible strength at this time.

When Song Yubai held her, he was very strong, but when he let go of her, he was very gentle, as if he was afraid of breaking her.

Li Wan looked at him intently, as if there were only two people left in the world. They hadn't seen each other for more than ten hours, but she felt that the look on his face was indescribably haggard.

On the road leading to Wuyou Hall, another person knelt down devoutly.

Song Yubai kowtowed with her step by step and walked slowly towards the main hall.

I knelt from [-]:[-] in the morning until [-]:[-] in the morning, and finally entered the Worry-free Hall.

In the main hall, on the lotus throne, there is a huge golden Buddha statue. He holds the lotus in his left hand, tilts downward at an oblique angle, and looks down at all living beings with kind eyes.

Li Wanyi knelt on the futon cushion in the main hall and did not dare to raise her head. She only felt that the lifelike statue was like a ball of golden light, pressing on her head.

She prayed over and over again in her heart, and the dim yellow halo of light shone in front of the temple. Li Wanyi put her hands together, prostrated, and knelt down, using the most pious posture to request.

She didn't know what she could do for Xiaotong in this situation. She could only pray over and over again to God to open his eyes and not take him away.

Li Wanyi has always been an atheist and does not believe in Buddhism. He even thinks that religious beliefs are ridiculous and there are no gods in the world. .

Now I am so powerless that I can only rely on Buddha.

Her knees had long been numb, red, swollen, and bruised.

After the two of them knelt and worshiped for more than half an hour, Ji Xiandong, who was standing aside, slowly said, "Miss Li, the Buddhist temple where my sister is worshiped is also here. Do you want to go and take a look?"

Song Yubai wanted to say something, but in the end he could bear it.

Li Wanyi lowered her eyes, her crow-feathered long eyelashes cast dark shadows, and gently touched the corners of her lips, "I really want to see your sister."

There was not much expression on Ji Xiandong's face, "You come with me."

In a Buddhist hall somewhere in Wushou Hall.

In the spacious and bright underground secret room, a black and white portrait of a young woman is placed on the altar table.

Ji Xiandong's eyes were empty, as if nothing could get into his eyes.

"Miss Li, this is the mourning hall of my sister Ji Xiaoyu."

Li Wanyi's voice was light, "I know."

Ji Xiandong took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped Ji Xiaoyu's photo, "Then would you like to hear a story?"

Li Wanyi's breathing was heavy, "I'm all ears."

The corners of Ji Xiandong's lips curved in an unprecedented tenderness, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, "There are rumors that I am so ruthless that I don't even care about my own sister's life. Do you believe it?"

Li Wanyi smiled, "Brother Dong, to be honest, I have checked all your information, so I never thought you were a complete villain."

Ji Xiandong's eyes lit up, he hesitated for a moment, and for the first time in front of Ji Xiaoyu's portrait, he recounted the things that had been sealed in his heart for many years, "Actually, my ideal has always been to be a qualified lawyer and replace the people at the lowest level. Defend and uphold their rights as citizens.”

"My father committed suicide after taking drugs in his early years and owed huge debts. So since then, I have never touched drugs, and I deeply hate drug addicts and traffickers. After all, there is no harm without buying and selling."

Ji Xiandong continued, "I was only sixteen years old when my parents passed away one after another. I was in adolescence, a time of ignorance. So at that time, I worked several jobs at the same time in order to support my sister's education.

I always feel that the dead are freed, but the living still carry the burden forward. "

Ji Xiandong's eyes dimmed and he continued, "The year when Xiaoyu was persecuted, I was twenty-eight years old. Under my leadership, the Heiyu Gang began to rise. At that time, in order to restrict my Development, they caught my weak spot, which is my only biological sister Xiaoyu."

Li Wanyi looked at him with bright eyes, "Then why didn't you save her then?"

Ji Xiandong said, "Xiaoyu left me a text message before she died. When we rushed over, she was already gone. What I was particularly surprised about at that time was how could Xiaoyu, who was so good, find himself in a tiger's mouth and seek death for no reason!"

"I once thought she was afraid of getting me involved. It wasn't until I read the USB flash drive you gave me last night that I realized that what really killed my sister was sexual assault... It was because she was desperate and had nothing to miss in this world. I don’t want to be my weakness.”

Ji Xiandong felt breathless when thinking about this, and all kinds of memories of her past came to mind. Ji Xiaoyu could obviously have her 20th, 30th year...

But in order not to become a burden to him and not to become a burden for his enemies to assassinate them, she would rather choose death.

She died at the age of eighteen, the most romantic period of her life.

Li Wanyi bent down and touched the humanity on the plaque, "I will cooperate with you unconditionally. The Jiang family must be eliminated."

Ji Xiandong's smile did not reach his eyes, "There is no doubt that we have the same interests in this matter."

Li Wanyi looked at him with clear eyes, "Thank you."

Ji Xiandong chuckled and said, "You're welcome. I have captured the Jiang family. They are now in another secret room here. Do you want to see them?"

Li Wanyi was a little surprised, "How dare you catch them?"