Shen Shaonan is dead, and the murderer is Sheng Huai'an.

"You slut, kill my son, I won't let you go!"

The muffled thunder brought raindrops, rolling and smashing on Sheng Huai'an's body, and the voice was violent and depressing.

She was thrown like rags in front of Shen Shaonan's tombstone, and her knees were pressed before she could stand firmly.

Mrs. Shen cried sadly, and the slaps fell on her face one after another, and her cold and gorgeous face was swollen high.

The nosebleed was washed away by the rain, and the salty salt in her throat was swallowed by herself.

"You murderer, I'm going to break you into ten thousand pieces!"

The high heels kicked on the backbone, and the pain in the heart made Sheng Huaian not hold back and spit out a mouthful of blood, and accidentally sprayed on Shen Shaonan's tombstone, and his long hair was dragged.

"Slut, how dare you pollute my son's tombstone! I'll kill you!"

Looking at Mrs. Shen's hideous expression, Sheng Huai'an's eyes were blank.

She had been kneeling on the mourning hall for seven days, and her body had reached its limit without eating or drinking.

At this time, she described it as withered and crumbling.

Looking at the delicate and elegant black and white photo of the man on the tombstone, Sheng Huai'an only had a pool of stagnant water in his heart.

In the rainstorm, she felt that half of her body no longer belonged to her, and it was difficult to even open her eyes.

Struggled to look up, and the slender and tall silhouette in the rainstorm fell into her eyes.

Jing Hannian held an ink-colored umbrella in one hand, his outline was clean and neat, and his uncontrollable edge was arrogant and indifferent, ruthless and cold.

Her long, inky eyes moved, and when she looked at her, it was a dark and dead lake.

Touching his eyes, Sheng Huai'an felt that his heart, which had been numb, suddenly hurt.

She smiled, her mouth full of blood sticking to her originally white and neat teeth, and her expression was bloody and hideous.

Jing Hannian, it turns out that this is the wedding gift you gave me, what a surprise.

"You're still laughing!"

Another kick on her head, this time she finally couldn't hold it anymore and slammed her head on the tombstone.

Even so, she still stared at Jing Hannian tightly.

The man's deep facial features were not clear through the rain curtain, and under the pouring rain, it seemed that ice had formed around him.

Seeing him standing not far away and looking at him, Sheng Huai'an's eyes were blurry, and he opened his mouth, and black and red viscous blood dripped down.

Why?

asked silently, she knew that Jing Hannian could understand it.

Why, you are the one who framed me?

Under the shadow of the umbrella, half of Jing Hannian's face was obscure, and his thin lips were cold in color, collapsing into a straight line, and he never spoke.

"Send this woman to jail first!"

Mrs. Shen vented enough, and gave the last order hysterically.

She was dragged from the ground to the car, and when she passed by Jing Hannian, she could smell the scent of pine needles on his body through the rain curtain.

"Jing Han Year ......"

Seeing that she was about to pass by, she couldn't help but shout at him, and the blood was stretched in a long line.

It's a pity that indifference shrouded Jing Hannian, and he didn't even give her the afterglow.

It turned out that the past five years have been just a dream of mine.

"I'm leaving. ”

The two passed by, and Sheng Huaian was thrown into the car, acting rudely and violently.

She hated herself for why she was still unwilling to go back to see him.

As far as the eye could see, he saw the woman get under Jing Hannian's umbrella, and the latter raised his slender arm to wrap his arms around her.

As if sensing Sheng Huai'an's gaze, Jing Hannian suddenly turned his head.

This time we look at each other, and we say goodbye.