stretched across the partition, her small face pressed against her elbow. Her features were exquisitely beautiful; no matter how much she tried to hide them, they wouldn't distort. Lowering her guard...He often said that Fu Yan was stubborn like a donkey, and if she said she could do something, she would definitely be able to do it.

Knowing that her mother was still in his hands, she was determined to die. She was truly desperate.

How could he possibly make her die

He closed his eyes heavily, his fingers gripping Fu Yan's wrist tightly, then suddenly released it.

Fu Yan didn't glance back at him, turning away and leaving.

That day, she jumped from the second floor of the manor. She had a slight ankle sprain and walked slowly, her steps not fast.

Huo Mingzheng watched her back disappear into the distance, his mind filled with echoing voices.

Brother, you are a good person.

This was a snack my dad often bought me when I was little. You can't find it in Nanshi. Try it!

How do you think of me, Huo Mingzheng

Of course, I would be your woman.

Ho Mingzheng, don't you dislike me eating snail noodles Kiss me, my dear Mr. Ho, you smell so good.

Where are we in the plot now, I dare not watch, has the ghost appeared Ah! Huo Mingzheng, you lied to me again!

Then those vibrant and lively faces gradually became hesitant, taciturn, and almost defiant.

He drove her to this state.

Huo Mingzheng's chest heaved rapidly, his lungs compressing the air in them until it was gone. His vision blurred, alternating between black and white, filled entirely with Fu Yan's features, her laughter and smile.

He suddenly wrenched himself free from Qin Heng's grip, chasing after him and pulling Fu Yan into a tight embrace from behind, holding her securely in his arms.

His chin rested on her shoulder, his stifled voice trembling slightly, "Yan Yan, did I do something stupid Did I lose you with my own hands."

The warm liquid splashed against his back, scorching him so badly that his heart and soul trembled.

He turned Fu Yan over, and tears welled up in her lifeless eyes.

Huo Mingzheng felt a tightness in his chest.

He wiped her tears with his back, “Don’t cry, Yan Yan, don’t cry.”

He cupped her face, foreheads touching, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

It was his ridiculous pride that prevented him from taking the initiative to move forward.

His arrogance repeatedly led her into dangerous situations.

But more than that, it was his unspeakable timidity, his fear to look into her true heart.

He schemed, making Li Qin lose the person who truly loved her. Karma is a circle, and finally, he too gets to taste this kind of pain.

The most resolute pain, more decisive than death, is separation from life.

"Take good care of your body, and you'll live a long life." He pressed his warm lips to her forehead, his moist eyes slowly closing. "Forget the unhappy things, and start a new life."

He released his tightly clenched hands from Fu Yan, turned and left along the path he had come. The sun emerged from behind the clouds, casting its rays upon the ground. A cold wind swept up his black garments, leaving a slender shadow behind him.

A shadow swept across, a jade glowing on the ground.

The car door closed, and Qin Heng subconsciously reached out to hold onto Huo Mingzheng's shoulder. The two had known each other for over twenty years, but for the first time, neither dared to look into the other's eyes.

Back at the hospital, Huo Mingzheng had a high fever that wouldn't go down and was short of breath. He fell into a coma again. had no choice but to use her trump card.She sat on the shoe bench in the entryway, lifting her pant legs to her knees, revealing two bruised and purplish patches, faintly bleeding, shockingly visible...