Three shifts at night.

Scattered across the sky, thick clouds obscuring the moonlight.

makes the moonlight, which can't shine all over the world, even dimmer.

The night breeze blew the handsome face of the person in front of the bed, but it set off a wave of heat.

Sweat accumulated on Song Jingzhen's forehead, his eyelids trembled, his brows tightened, and his pursed lips told the person on the bed.

Maybe there's a battle going on.

In a dream......

Song Jingzhen stepped on the green shade cut by leaves, there was no end in front and no light in the back.

In his hospital gown, he kept running, shouting every name he could call.

There was silence around him, and no one would respond to him.

All that was left for him was the rippling echo and the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

Until finally, tired from running, he stopped, holding his hands on his knees and gasping.

Sweat from the forehead slides down the skin and is then dried by the wind, provoking a skin reaction.

Memories kept tumbling in his mind, and finally, he found a name that he had never shouted out but that had left a strong mark on his heart.

Ginger soft ......

At that time, he was the scum of all spurned, and she was a saint admired by all people.

In his impression, the two of them did not have any intersection.

And every time he hears her in the mouths of others.

It's not "Jiang soft is too cute!"

It's "Jiang Soft's acting skills are too good, he looks good, he is really beautiful and talented......"

All of them, almost only to her......

Praise.

He didn't really care, although he did think she was good-looking.

Even in the entertainment industry where there are many handsome characters, he feels that she can be called the first person.

Even if he doesn't look down on any woman.

At that time, he could be regarded as a figure in the entertainment industry, and he was the predecessor of many people, and he was a height that was difficult for newcomers to touch.

However, he lost to the people around him, to the people he trusted.

As with all betrayal plots, his partner is bought by his rival and framed him.

The ending is the same, he was hacked by the whole network, and every day is a greeting to him and his relatives, followed by an endless stream of posthumous photos and black photos.

But they can't pick up the extra black material, except that he doesn't have it himself, but also because of his true identity.

He never knew he was going to flip over twice on a person.

Not only did the man falsify evidence of his black material, but he also manipulated his car.

In just one day, he only had time to get all the evidence, but he didn't have time to wake up the group of fools who had been treated as killers.

Then came the news that he had an accident.

His subordinates posted the evidence on the Internet, and the splash was not much for the time being.

The family also moved very quickly, and quickly helped him with the funeral.

There were very few people present at the funeral.

There was only one old man who was sent......

He was unfortunate that his parents died when he was a child, and his grandfather, the only surviving grandfather who loved him, also left with him on the day of his car accident.

The rest of the family was eager to divide up his property, even his funeral, and sent a butler to attend to everything.

His soul floated, and he saw the death of his beloved grandfather, and the ugly faces of the usually flattering people at home.

He saw his enemies frantically retaliated against by those he left behind, and he also saw his only friend frantically coming from abroad.

Then he floated to his graveyard, and he came to see the last color he had left in this time.

Then he met her......