Wrong life

He Ye braced himself up and stood up, holding on to the bookshelf next to him. The bruises on his body were not as painful as the bleeding wound on his heart.

"Zhou Xinyi." He Ye read slowly, and then he paused every word, biting each word clearly: "Tell me, what exactly do you mean?"

Zhou Xinyi didn't know how to respond, in a daze, he felt a hand reach into his coat pocket, and took out the contents.

Zhou Xinyi suddenly realized that he was about to hold down that hand, but unfortunately he was a step too late.

Huang Gang handed a mobile phone to He Ye's hand, with an angry expression on his face: "Look for yourself."

Zhou Xinyi clenched his fists and stared fiercely at Huang Gang. Huang Gang's expression of "I'm for your own good" made Zhou Xinyi tremble with anger.

He Ye knew this phone. It belonged to Liang Mengyu. He was still holding the bookshelf with one hand, and took it carefully with the other hand to turn it on. The desktop screen was a photo of He Ye and Liang Mengyu. Leaning on He Ye's shoulder with a sweet smile, the entire screen is filled with happiness.

His vision was a little blurry, He Ye stretched out his hand holding the phone to the corner of his eyes, rubbed it with the back of his hand, and then turned on the message function in the phone.

New message - Inbox - Email - Drafts -

He Ye didn't scroll down, but pressed down on the draft, and his intuition told him that there was what he was looking for.

Sure enough, the unsent text message at the top of the draft box caught He Ye's attention tightly, and the storage time of that message was the night when Liang Mengyu committed suicide.

He Ye told himself again and again that he must be calm before he mustered up the courage to open the mailbox.

"sorry."

Only the first sentence has taken away half of He Ye's rationality, and the forced calm cannot calm down the accelerated heartbeat. He Ye turned down again, and every word was shocking.

"When I saw Xinyi who was stabbed by me showing such despair, I finally believed what a sad thing I had done."

He Ye's hands trembled more and more.

"I used my body to insult and hurt Xinyi. At the same time, I betrayed you and ruined myself. But I know you don't care anymore. No one wants to live a life that may be disturbed at any time. I can I understand your departure. It's just that I really don't know how to live in a world without you..."

After reading this message, He Ye couldn't hold on any longer, and slumped on the ground like mud.

"Goodbye, He Ye, I miss you so much, I will love you forever in another world."

Zhou Xinyi took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and tried to adjust his inflated emotions, his grief voice was mixed with endless regret: "It's probably what she wanted to send to you, but in the end she still couldn't bear it. I want you to leave in peace..."

Zhou Xinyi recalled the scene in the ward, and said regretfully: "If I had seen this text message earlier, I would never have left her for half a step, and I would never have said to her 'He Ye will definitely treat you well'. In fact, I I really don't understand, even I can trust you, why she chooses to give up..."

"He Ye." Zhou Xinyi softly called He Ye's name, and said, "You don't have to stand up in a hurry."

Zhou Xinyi knew that although there was no combination of Huang Gang's fists and feet this time, He Ye was injured more seriously than just now, and he no longer even has the ability and perseverance to stand up on his own. Zhou Xinyi did not help him, nor did he want to. , because he was trying his best to control his urge to strangle He Ye to death.

No matter how much she didn't want to hurt Liang Mengyu because of him, she still had hatred in her heart, hated him, and hated herself even more.