"These days, I don't know how to get by, it's like living again, don't you believe it? I also began to think, what is the meaning of life and death? It seems that everything will be lost, it is all a passing smoke......"

Gu Qingning was lying on the couch, the mourning clothes on his body were unsolved, his eyes were sleepy, and he was talking these clueless words in a daze.

Jiang Xiange wrung a warm towel from the basin, leaned over to wipe her face, helped her take off her coat, and said: "Qingning, I think the better way is to adapt to all this as soon as possible, adapt to what you have lost and what you have gained, and then live better...... Because there is nothing we can do about the days that have passed, only our own tomorrow, we can still fight for it. ”

Gu Qingning was able to completely relax in front of her, turned sideways, stroked her wrist, and said, "What about you? You may adapt to your current day? Are you doing well?"

Jiang Xiange put down the veil, widened his coat, lay down opposite her, and faced her sideways, intimately: "I'm fighting, I'm still trying...... I think it's good right now, and I'm willing to give it my all to keep going of it...... That's my greatest happiness. ”

Fatigue does have an intoxicating effect, Gu Qingning temporarily forgot about her heartache, and only enjoyed her care and companionship, the most heart-warming string song, always by her side when she experienced the ups and downs of personnel changes.

The funeral of the Gu Mansion was completed, the funeral and funeral items were removed, Sangu and the father and daughter of the Jiang family were busy for a day, and in the evening, Jiang Xiange was still not worried about Gu Qingning, so he stayed with her, and the two fell asleep together, saying intimate words that only each could understand.

From happy events to funerals, the father and daughter of the Jiang family were also busy with them as in previous years, taking the affairs of the Gu family as their own affairs.

But now that Jiang Xiange is married, she has only been around the Gu family these days, and she rarely even goes back to her own house, even if Yang Rongan has no opinion, there are always people in the Yang family's mansion who can't look past it, and Yang Rongan is also under some pressure inside and out, but he won't tell Jiang Xiange, he will help her bear it.

Jiang Xiange originally planned to help the Gu family take care of all the follow-up matters before going home, and he would probably stay for two more days, but Gu Qingxuan was a careful and measured person, and he knew that at this time, he couldn't let her delay her family for too long to make her embarrassed, so on the evening of the second day, he told their father and daughter, reminding her to take the affairs of her in-laws' family first and go back early.

Jiang Xiange understood his intentions, but he was still a little inexplicably sad in his heart, and he didn't let the Gu family send him off that night, so he left and went home. Tang Huan has been with her these days, and went home with her that night.

After all, it is the mistress of a mansion, and their master and servant are not there, and this new mansion is a little deserted. After they went back, it was night, the house was quiet, she didn't let people report, she didn't want to disturb this purity, and planned to give Yang Rongan a little surprise.

She went to the study where Yang Rongan lived temporarily these days, and she thought about it in her heart, wanting to use the small actions that Gu Qingning taught her to get close to her husband again, and trying to break the barrier between husband and wife again.

When she pushed open the door of the study, she immediately smelled the pungent smell of wine, frowned, and wandered the spacious study with her eyes by the dim and weak candlelight.

The smell of her made her dizzy, and the intermittent sound that came into her ears and became clearer and clearer made her creep and tremble......

With great courage, she forced herself to go in step by step, gently approaching the direction of the bed in the inner room.

Lifting the veil, the beautiful and forbidden picture invaded her eyes, she felt her heartbeat stopped, there was no hatred or pain, only a burst of nausea, and her whole body began to tremble-

Her newlywed, with her clothes wide open and her face full of indulgent drunkenness, was trapped in the gentle country of two young girls on the brocade couch, their skin exposed, entangled, their bodies intertwined, and they rose and fell violently, and every movement was bold to the extreme, selfless caressing, intoxicated to enjoy the love that had abandoned reason......

Young flesh, hearty catharsis, indulged in worldly pleasures, they are very happy......

Her steps were light, and they didn't notice her presence. It's strange that she hasn't said anything, and what's even stranger is that she doesn't even know how to react, letting her be buried in a terrified and painful heart, and she's as stiff as an outsider.

She really didn't know what to do. Should I cry, should I scream, should I pounce on them, should I shout, should I scream, or should I rush through the door and flee this disgusting place?

She didn't know.

She saw everything, but it was as if she didn't see anything......

It wasn't until a moment passed that someone among the three finally noticed her behind the veil, it was not the delirious Yang Rongan, but the twins.

Wan Die's crimson face was pale, and Wan Yu was as calm as usual, she continued to move, moaning loudly, while looking directly at Jiang Xiange, seducing her with an extremely charming gaze, beckoning to her......

She felt a strong dizziness, her body was deprived of all supporting strength and human dignity, and she could no longer stand, Jiang Xiange turned around and stumbled to the door, ran out frantically, and retched while holding on to the stone pillars on the porch.

Nausea, she only felt nauseous......

But she couldn't vomit anything, but exhausted all her strength, and she sat down on the fence, staring blankly at the night sky, not knowing what to think, but froze there, silent, without tears, without hatred.

There is a bright moon in the sky, as bright as white jade, the most clear, the most clean......

But why does the light of the moon shine on the people of the turbid world?

There was a flurry of panicked footsteps on the empty porch, it was Yang Rongan, who rushed out in a panic, chased after her, timidly approached her who was dead and silent, knelt down in front of her, and burst into tears: "String song, string song...... I was wrong, I'm sorry, and I don't know why it turned out like this...... They just said thank you...... Then gave me a drink, and ...... I don't know...... I was wrong, I'm sorry, string song ......"

She lowered her eyes, her gaze was cold, she looked coldly at the disheveled Yang Rongan, and subconsciously avoided his outstretched hand: "Don't touch me!"

"String Song ......" Yang Rongan was frightened by her indifference and fear at this time, he was still delirious and dizzy, and he didn't know what to do.

She listened to his explanation and asked, "Is there any medicine in that wine?"

Yang Rongan avoided her sharp eyes in shame and shook his head: "No, I just drank a few more ......"

She closed her eyes, sneered, and said, "On your wedding night, you have saluted a full house of guests, drank countless spirits, and have not yet drunk to the point of unclear personnel, why did you fall to this point after drinking a few more glasses today? Are you really drunk to the point of letting others untie your clothes?"

Yang Rong'an was extremely embarrassed by her excuse, and he forcibly pulled Jiang Xiange's hand, "Xiange, it's all my fault! I know it's wrong! You can beat me and scold me! I really don't want to do this! If you are angry, just send it out to me! It's all my fault!"

He took her hand and slammed it into his face, while Jiang Xiange just struggled desperately, she resisted any physical contact. Listening to his heart-wrenching words, she felt a heart-rending pain, too many emotions welled up with tears, not only hatred, but also the guilt in her own heart......

She found that she could not rightly accuse the man in front of her, because she had a guilty conscience.

The two cried opposite each other, too much pain beyond words, crying for a long time, the corner of his forehead had been broken, and she finally took the initiative to reach out and touch him, preventing him from continuing to kowtow and repent.

She spoke, her voice hoarse, and every word she said hurt like a knife and saw: "I'm wrong too...... I can't do my duty as a wife, I can't serve my husband, and I'm wrong...... You can't be blamed for it......"

"Rong An, leave the two sisters behind......"