Eat chicken and eat the goddess

After talking with Bai Hui, Mu Ziyou felt that what she said made sense. She should let Yan Zhen know everything her cousin knew about and that she was going to see him.

Knowing that Yan Zhen should be busy now, Mu Ziyou sent a message.

Seeing that she had listened to his suggestion, Bai Hui didn't speak anymore, and stood against the wall, not knowing if it was because of the cold, as he clenched the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands.

After Yan Qingsu came back and Yan Zhen chatted with her, Mu Ziyou and Bai Hui were not as close as before.

During Bai Hui's illness, Yan Qingsu had been taking care of her. Although Mu Ziyou cared, he only called occasionally to inquire about the situation.

It seems that in just a few days, the relationship between the two has become a little bit alienated.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward, Mu Ziyou lowered his head and hugged the coat in his hand, hesitated for a while, then secretly raised his eyes to look at Bai Hui.

At some dark stairway, Bai Hui stood by the wall with a thin body and stood upright, with his arms folded in his hands, and his thin body wrapped in a wide sweater, which always made people feel a little weak.

She tilted her head slightly, with a strand of hair hanging down her forehead. She looked at the small window under the stairs, and seemed to be a little lost in thought.

Mu Ziyou pursed his lips.

"Bai Hui, you and sister-in-law... how are you doing?"

Bai Hui still looked out the window, but his brows were frowned, and his tone was flat.

"What can I do, she's going abroad."

Mu Ziyou took a deep breath.

"If you let her stay, she should stay."

Bai Hui turned his head suddenly, with a complicated expression on his face, as if mixed with helplessness and embarrassment.

"Who taught you to say that? Was it her?"

Mu Ziyou quickly shook his head and explained eagerly.

"No, sister-in-law, she didn't ask me to tell it. It's just that she was drunk yesterday, and when I went to pick her up with my senior sister, she said it drunk, but she didn't ask me to tell it."

It seems that even Mu Ziyou can see that Bai Hui actually has something to say in his heart, but Bai Hui doesn't know why he insists on pushing Yan Qingsu away.

Bai Hui didn't speak, but just lowered his head.

Mu Ziyou sighed softly and continued.

"Bai Hui, I know it's her fault that my aunt lied to you. But she also divorced for you in the end. She even broke up with her family when she left the house. Grandpa Yan still hasn't forgiven her... "

Bai Hui suddenly interrupted Mu Ziyou's words. She seemed a little angry, frowning and looking at Mu Ziyou with slight anger and dissatisfaction.

"Ziyou, what do you want to say, be a peacemaker or a matchmaker."

Bai Hui's words were so loud that Mu Ziyou, who was already a little guilty, immediately shut up and dared not speak anymore. She stood upright with her head down, like a student who made a mistake and was criticized.

"You are standing in her position. You think she has done enough, paid enough, and redeemed enough. And I still have her in my heart, so I should forgive her and reconcile with her as before."

"Then have you ever thought about it from my standpoint, she told me the truth when I was in the most pain. She hurt not only my heart, but also my self-esteem, she destroyed all my trust in her , I pay so much and care about a relationship, it is a joke in the eyes of others, and I am a third party who destroys other people's families."

"Yes, she got divorced later, but so what, if she got divorced and fell out with her family, can the previous things be changed, can it be treated as if it didn't happen, and can I have no grudges?"

Bai Hui's words vented her inner thoughts word by word, and the last two words were almost shouted out.

Because of the excitement, her chest heaved violently, she clenched her fists tightly, her fair face was in unbearable pain, and her dark and clear eyes were shining with tears.

Who can know her grievances, who can know her pain.

In the eyes of others, since Yan Qingsu loves her and has done so much for her, she should forgive her. It seems that those who have made mistakes have become infatuated innocents.

And she, who was once hurt, turned into a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

Mu Ziyou froze in place, she stared at Bai Hui motionlessly, and froze at the tears that were about to fall from the corners of her eyes.

Bai Hui is a proud person. She doesn't bother to expose her wounds in front of others, nor does she bother to show weakness in front of others.

But only when the pretense of calmness and plainness is torn away, the fragility and wounds behind will be exposed.

"Bai Hui, I'm sorry...I...I was wrong, please don't cry."

Mu Ziyou's bewildered comfort was like turning on a switch, and the tears that Bai Hui was about to hold back finally fell.

Bai Hui leaned against the wall and shed tears silently. She bit her lip tightly. She wanted to hold back, but her sore nose and tear-filled eye sockets had reached the limit. Tears rolled across her fair skin, one by one. It slipped on the clothes on the chest and was absorbed in an instant.

Mu Ziyou didn't know what to say and what to do to make Bai Hui not so sad, so that she would not cry. She stood motionless, and then repeated her apology over and over again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Bai Hui."

This was probably the first time Bai Hui cried since her mother's death. She was under pressure from her father, the director of the company, and Yan Qingsu.

Those mountains were almost crushing her, but she still pretended to be indifferent.

Mu Ziyou's words today were nothing more than slander, which made the grievance in her heart agitated, and finally broke out completely.

At a loss, Mu Ziyou took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, then pulled out the tissues, took two steps closer, and raised his hand tentatively. After Bai Hui didn't respond, she wiped away the tears on Bai Hui's face.

Mu Ziyou apologized with deep apology and self-blame.

"I'm sorry Bai Hui, I will never say that to hurt you again. I won't mention... I won't mention her in the future. I will support you in whatever decision you make in the future."

Bai Hui suddenly reached out and covered her eyes. She closed her eyes tightly as if trying to stop the tears, but the tears kept falling. She asked Mu Ziyou in a trembling voice with a cry.

"Do you think I'm so fragile and useless?"

Mu Ziyou shook his head, looking at Bai Hui with pity and self-blame.

"No Baihui, you are not weak at all, and crying is not weak. You are strong enough, and you are stronger than many, many people. But I hope that you are not so strong."

Bai Hui was silent for a while, and then slowly let go of the hand covering her eyes. Her eyes were filled with grief and unstoppable tears. She looked at Mu Ziyou and asked in a low voice.

"Ziyou, can you give me a hug?"

Mu Ziyou didn't answer, she just stepped forward slightly, then took Bai Hui into her arms, put her hands on her back, and patted her gently.

Bai Hui was buried in Mu Ziyou's arms, her hands tightly clutching the clothes on her shoulders.

After a while, Bai Hui let go, and then she gently pushed Mu Ziyou away.

The tear stains on her face had dried up, and her expression had returned to calm. Except for some red eyes, it was almost impossible to tell that she was crying just now.

Bai Hui bowed his head, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Okay, don't you have to see your cousin later? You go first, don't be late. "

Although Bai Hui looked much better, Mu Ziyou was still a little worried.

"how about you?"

Bai Hui shook her head, and she took a deep breath.

"I am fine."

After a short pause, she raised the corners of her lips.

"Yan Zhen should have told you not to get too close to me and not to care too much about me. Don't you listen to what she said?"

Mu Ziyou was a little embarrassed for some reason, the senior sister did tell her this, and she did, but Bai Hui... how did she know that the senior sister told her...

Bai Hui seemed to know what she was thinking. After gently wiping away the tears on the eyelashes with his fingertips, he lowered his eyes and said softly.

"I'm guessing, she will definitely say that, even if it's not for herself, it will be for Yan Qingsu."

Seeing the embarrassment on Mu Ziyou's face, Bai Hui reached out to pinch her face, but he raised his hand and immediately put it down, and then walked down the stairs first.

"Okay, let's go, I'm fine."