Coming out of the Japanese restaurant, Qiao Yingying followed Li Yuanzhou to the parking lot, and stood next to him for a while before finding that he hadn't gotten into the car, and couldn't help but raise her head in confusion.

"He's here. Li Yuanzhou looked at her and spoke, his bright eyes becoming deep.

It took a few seconds for Qiao Yingying to react, her face turned pale, and her spirit was in a trance, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and even her breathing was so slow that she could barely proceed.

"He... Did he hear what we just said?" For a long time, she clasped her hands and asked with difficulty.

Seeing Li Yuanzhou nodding, the little strength she had left in her body seemed to be drained, and she was almost unsteady.

Reaching out to support the body, she looked up at Li Yuanzhou, her lips moved hard to say something, and finally she only lowered her head slightly, slowly closed her eyes, and covered the sadness and despair in it.

She asked him for help, and now the result was not exactly what she wanted? What reason did she have to blame others, these were her decisions, her choices.

"He hasn't left yet, are you going to see him?" Li Yuanzhou looked at her and spoke again.

Qiao Yingying was stunned, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the Japanese restaurant, her heart swelled with dense pinprick-like pain, as well as reluctance and deep panic.

She wanted to go. She wanted to tell her husband that it was all fake, that she had never wanted to hurt him like this, that she wanted to tell him how much she wanted to stay with him, that she wanted to tell him that her heart was full of him.

But she couldn't go, she didn't dare to go, and she wasn't qualified to go.

She could only lock herself in the car and watch him in the dark silently in the direction, hoping only to see him one more time.

And Guan Mufeng has not appeared.

She saw Lao Wu hurriedly walking into the store, and when she came out again, her always smiling face was full of anxiety and worry. He paced back and forth not far from the doorway, cigarette after cigarette in hand.

Qiao Yingying looked at Lao Wu's back that was a lot more old and stiff at the moment, and the tears that she had endured for a long time suddenly fell.

There are so few people around him who really care about him, and she has to stick a knife in his heart with her own hands. If God had let her come here for a while and let her hurt him like this, she would rather close her eyes in her previous life and never wake up again.

But there is no if.

She finally saw Guan Mufeng, the moment she saw him coming out of the store, he seemed to stumble, and he held the threshold with his hand so that he didn't fall, saw Lao Wu hurriedly ran over to support him, saw him slowly straighten up, pushed Lao Wu's hand away, and walked into the darkness in the distance step by step.

Her face was wet and cold, and Qiao Yingying's tears smashed on her knees like beads with broken threads. She began to sobb uncontrollably, then louder and louder, and finally lay on the platform, looking at the vanishing figure in front of her and crying.

He gave her so much warmth and protection, and before she could reciprocate it properly, she drew a line with him in such a cruel way.

And the reality is even more cruel than the lies she made up. She had no choice.

There was endless sadness and despair in her heart, she cried until her voice was hoarse, her eyes were red and swollen, and she cried until she was in a trance.

Li Yuanzhou quietly accompanied her, pity and confusion crossed her slightly drooping eyes, but she never made a sound to disturb until her crying gradually stopped, and then pulled out a few pieces of paper and handed it to her.

Qiao Yingying didn't react, still lying motionless on her stomach.

He frowned, and reached out to break her face, only to find that her eyes were closed, her face flushed, and her face was amazingly hot.

His face tightened, and he immediately fastened her seat belt, lit a fire and drove away.