After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Qiao Yu walked into the pouring rain.

After a while, my whole body was soaked.

She was still wearing a dress and high heels, which were now a burden.

She kicked off her high heels and knelt down in the heavy rain and mud with a pop.

Ye Chengze was sitting on the second floor terrace of his villa, drinking ice-cold champagne and overlooking everything.

One step at a time, you kowtow to the top of the mountain.

The hard and rugged stone steps wore down Qiao Yu's knees, soles of feet, palms of hands, and forehead.

But Ye Chengze felt that it was not enough. He stood up and supported the white railings of the terrace with his arms, as if watching a show: "Miss Qiao, if you only kowtow and don't apologize, how can the Buddha hear you? Or are you simply not convinced?"

Qiao Yu stood up, climbed a step, and knelt down.

Her face was cold and emotionless, and she said, "I was wrong."

She was wrong. She was wrong when she betrayed Bo Han six years ago.

Ye Chengze smiled, placed his palms by his ears, and tilted his head to tease: "What? Miss Qiao, please speak louder! I can't hear it, let alone the Buddha!"

"I was wrong."

She was wrong, and it was her fault that Bo Hanshi suffered three years of unreasonable disaster.

"A little louder!"

"I was wrong!"

She was wrong. She was wrong because she didn't listen to Qiao Fan and pursued the one she loved deviantly.

"You kowtowed too lightly. How could Buddha see your sincerity?"

Qiao Yu's throat rolled.

She stood up and knelt down heavily, "I was wrong!"

She was wrong, her mistake was... falling in love with Bo Han.

He banged his forehead hard on the stone steps.

The blood blended into the rain, giving off a faint red color, and was quickly washed away by the heavy rain.

I don't know how many steps I climbed and how many kowtows I had. The blood on my forehead, mixed with the rainwater, couldn't stop flowing down, blurring Qiao Yu's vision.

A white figure, teetering on the steps...

Stand up, kneel down, and kowtow.

Over and over again, she was wrong.

Her energy was almost exhausted and her voice was hoarse. She knelt in the heavy rain, her eyes red.

She pursed her lips and said, "Baohan, I was wrong... I'm sorry..."

Bo Hanshi said that he was in prison for 1095 days, and every day he was struggling to survive.

Qiao Yu forgot to tell him that in the past six years, 2190 days, every day, she felt like she was suffering in a frying pan.

She was almost humbled into the dust, but she really didn't know what to do to pay off this debt.

Sometimes, she even hoped that Bao Hanshi could give her a pleasure, give her one knife, two knifes, three knifes... until he could relieve his hatred.

But Bao Hanshi didn't do that, he gave her a reprieve.

You can't die, but you can live without any thoughts.

Ye Chengze's sarcastic voice sounded again: "Miss Qiao, if you are tired and can't kneel anymore, just say something soft to me. Maybe, when I am in a good mood, I will show mercy!"

Qiao Yu's back was tense, straight and straight, like a taut string.

She has only ever wronged one person in her life.

If only what Ye Chengze said was true. If only he could hear her admitting her mistake, could he... turn back time?

She would rather not get to know Bo Hanshi.

I would rather not make that bet with my classmates.

The steps in front of you are high and winding.

This road seems to have no end.

It seemed that her sins could never be atoned for.

Stand up, kneel down, kowtow...

I don’t know how many times she repeated it, and I don’t know how many steps she knelt on... She was about to faint.

A big black umbrella was supported above her head, instantly blocking the uneasy wind and rain.

"Is there any use in apologizing now?"

That familiar low and cold male voice made Qiao Yu's back stiffen suddenly.

She raised her hand and wiped away the tears and stains on her face, but her palms were dirty and she couldn't wipe them clean.

She didn't even dare to raise her head and look into his eyes...

At this moment, she was lower than a mote of dust, but when she was cold, she was as high as a god.

In the wind and rain, a solemn black umbrella supports a small world.

Qiao Yu was kneeling and Bao Hanshi was standing.

I don't know how long the stalemate lasted like that, but the kneeling figure completely fainted.

At the last moment when she lost consciousness, Qiao Yu felt a pair of strong arms lifting her up like before.

The warmth of a man's chest once made her extremely nostalgic...

It's a pity that it no longer belongs to her.

……

Xizhou, Grand Hyatt Hotel.

Jiang Yuchuan paced anxiously back and forth at the door of the suite until he saw the elevator door open and Bao Hanshi striding over with the unconscious Qiao Yu in his arms.

"How is Qiao Yu? Doctor Zhang is already waiting inside."

Zhang Shuyuan, Bo Hanshi's personal doctor, had been waiting in the presidential suite for a long time.

Bao Hanshi walked straight into the room with Qiao Yu in his arms, and kicked the door of the suite closed.

The door clicked and closed heavily.

Jiang Yuchuan was isolated outside the door and was stunned for a moment.

It seems that from beginning to end, no matter how much he cares about Qiao Yu, he has always been the outsider.

So, he calmly waited outside the door.

……

Inside the Presidential Suite.

Qiao Yu was shivering all over, as cold as an ice cube.

After checking, Zhang Shuyuan said: "She was caught in the rain and her forehead was broken again. Now her fever has reached 39 degrees. I will prescribe a pair of antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs. You can feed her some. If she sweats again tonight, she should be fine." It’s okay. The wounds on her body need to be cleaned, should I do it or..."

"You go out."

The doctor understood, "Okay, then I'll put the iodine and ointment here. I'll go out first, Mr. Bo, if you need anything, call me."

"Ah."

The doctor dropped the medical items and left the room.

Bo Hanshi sat on the chair next to the bed and stared at her quietly.

It was obvious that she had betrayed him, and it was too late for him to hate her, but now, he had once again committed a crime.

Qiao Yu was half asleep, her whole body was as cold as if she had been soaked in an ice cellar. She was still shaking badly even though she was wrapped in a quilt.

She was still wearing soaked clothes.

With a wave of his hand, Bo Hanshi directly opened her quilt and took off all the clothes on her body.

When his exposed skin came into contact with the air, Qiao Yu was so cold that he shivered, "Cold...so cold..."

Bao Hanshi stood up and wanted to adjust the temperature of the air conditioner. Qiao Yu's hand suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"Don't go... give me a hug... okay?"

It's really cold.

Is she dying?

It doesn't matter if she dies, but what should I do if I miss you? Who can repay the debt she owes to Bo Hanshi?

The man turned his back to her and paused.

For a moment, Bo Hanshi thought that they were still in a normal relationship.

Only Qiao Yu six years ago would act coquettishly towards him like this after she became ill.

After being stiff for a few seconds, his reason allowed him to drop her hand.

But Qiao Yu... came from behind and hugged his waist tightly with both hands.

"It's so warm...just let me hug you for a while..."

Just for a moment, she wasn't greedy.

Bo Hanshi froze completely, "Qiao Yu, do you know who I am?"