Shadow Bride

She was stunned for a moment, and her heart stopped beating.

I didn't expect to run into him here, let alone be seen by him so ugly.

She subconsciously covered her face with her hands, but was grabbed by Lu Shifeng. Lu Shifeng held her cold hand, shaking slightly, but the other hand slowly stroked her cheek, his slender fingers swept across the twisted scar on her cheek. Wherever he went, there was a burst of icy flames.

She tilted her head subconsciously and said with a trembling, "Don't look!"

He turned her head back, his eyes were faint and complicated: "Xingyu..."

"Lu Shifeng, I tell you not to look!" She tried to win his hand, her voice was eager and a little crying, even if she had worn this scar for so many years, even if so many people in the world had seen it. , But she still didn't want him to see it. She stubbornly tilted her head back and forth, using her other hand to block it, "Lu Shifeng, you go away!"

Lu Shifeng took her into his arms: "Xing Yu!"

He didn't know what had happened to her in the past four years, but he suddenly understood why she was wearing a mask in the hospital that day, because the scar on her face was too terrifying to see anyone!

That scar, at first glance, is a flame burn. Only burn scars can be so uneven and terrifying!

How much pain should she have when the fire burns on her skin?

He hugged her hard, wishing to crush her into his arms: "Xingyu, how did you get your face, was it... four years ago?"

She was struggling hard, but she couldn't get away when she was held in his arms.

Hearing his question, the whole person was quiet, huh, he remembers four years ago? What qualifications does he have to remember four years ago!

"Yes, it was that time four years ago." An anger burst from her heart, she stopped struggling, and raised her head to look at him angrily, "Lu Shifeng, you are so poisonous! Gave me up and tie it up. There was nowhere to ask from the sky on the bed. I could only watch Zhuang Heng sneak in and burn my face in a fire! I couldn't even scream in pain!"

The words buried in my heart after being depressed for so long.

Back then, when she was tied to the bed and watched the fire approaching a little bit, she thought, if, if God gave her some more time, she would have to ask Lu Shifeng what his heart was for, how could it be so vicious, let it go. Other women insulted her, trampled on her? ! He kept saying that he should protect and take care of her. Is that how he protects and takes care of her?

But these words in his heart only exchanged his subconscious denial: "Impossible! How could it be Zhuang Heng?"

"You still trust her now?" Su Xingyu made his throat bitter with anger. "Lu Shifeng, she will always be more credible than me, right? In your eyes, she is the only one who can't lie. I deserve to be the lie-mouthed dead ghost? !"

"Xing Yu..."

"Lu Shifeng, I saw you wrong, I saw you wrong a long time ago," she raised her head and looked at the stern man in front of her, her voice a little bit sad, "between us, there is nothing to say."

Lu Shifeng said, "Xing Yu, I know there are prejudices between you and Zhuang Heng, but you must pay attention to evidence in everything. When the villa catches fire, Zhuang Heng will still be with my mother in the old house..."

"That's Du Shuxian and her uniting to lie to you."

"My mother can't tell lies, life is at stake, her mind is too simple, she can't hide such a big lie."

"So, the one who lied is me?" Su Xingyu's voice was a little sad.

Lu Shifeng grabbed her hand with regret: "I know you hate me in your heart, and also hate Zhuang Heng for giving birth to my child, and hate my mother for not liking you. Xing Yu, no matter how you lie to me before, I don’t Let you take a picture, but you are acting against the yin, and you have not taken a roller coaster but pretended to have taken it... These are small things, but this time, you don’t have to lie to me. No matter how the fire started, how your face hurts , In my heart, you will always be the best-looking Xingyu. I have been waiting for you to come back for so many years."

His voice was scattered in the wind.

The amusement park is full of hustle and bustle, the sound of clowns blowing their trumpets, the cries of cotton candy, the sounds of children playing around...

It seems to have become the background.

Su Xingyu quietly looked at the man in front of her, the clear wind of early autumn blowing her hair, making her look like a fragile and bleak bird.

It turned out that he always didn't believe her when he said one thousand things and ten thousand.

She went to break his hand little by little, and broke out the arm she was grasped by him. Then, with all her strength, she slapped him fiercely!

There was a crisp sound.

As if time is frozen.

Lu Shifeng's head was knocked aside by her, and when he turned around, there were clear blood stains on the corners of the sharp thin lips.

She stared at him with cold eyes, and said: "This slap is four years ago."

After speaking, he turned around and went in the opposite direction of him.

The amusement park was full of people, and Zhuang Heng stood not far behind them, watching all this in shock.

Su Xingyu brushed his shoulders with her, picked up the mask that had been trampled on by her and put it back on his face.

The familiar touch of the mask touched his skin, replacing his cold fingers, as if he was wearing a layer of armor.

She raised her head against the Leng Che's light. She was the invincible Su Xingyu again, the Su Xingyu who had lost his beloved man but was still able to survive.

In her heart, that relationship, the man who once loved so deeply, was already dead.

After walking a long distance, I sat down next to a tall birch tree. The golden leaves of the birch tree floated on her thin shoulders with the breeze, and there was a burst of golden rain.

She curled up, buried a small face between her arms, and didn't move for a long time.

For a long while, the short, fat, chubby hand stretched out in front of her and touched her lightly: "Mom, mom."

She raised her head and saw her baby son Xiao Han, holding colorful balloons in one hand, and holding her hand with some worry in the other.

"Mom, are you in the library?"

"Huh? No." Su Xingyu later wiped his eyes, wiped off the little bit of moisture, and raised his head to see Ouyang Yi who was following the child.

"I brought Xiaohan back from a bumper car and I couldn't find you. It turned out that you came here alone." Under the unpredictable sunlight, Ouyang Yi's smile was also unpredictable, "What's the matter, little girl, Are you lost and crying with fear?"

She was amused by him: "You are scared."

He also laughed, walked over and sat down beside her, and said in a very low volume that did not disturb Xiao Han, "I saw him and Zhuang Heng, and saw you slap him. Xing Yu, no matter what happened before. It's all over. Now you have me and Xiaohan. Our family of three lives well."