After feeling this, his body stiffened, slowly raised his head, slightly let go of Shangguan Feihong in his arms, and looked at Shangguan Feihong's eyes again.

Shangguan Feihong reached out and took off the veil he had been wearing on his face, and looked at Zen face to face, "Do you see clearly? I said I don't remember, I just don't remember, even if you hug me like this, no matter how much you say, it's useless, I will never have any mood swings, and I won't have any reaction." ”

Zen suddenly took a step back, his back hit the dusty bedpost behind him, and his whole body was cold, and he never felt that the person in front of him could be so indifferent. Is he really nothing to her?

Did she know that the look on her face at this moment, and the words she said, hurt more than the sharpest knife in the world?

The next moment, with a "poof-" sound, the blood in his chest suddenly surged out, and the whole person was shaky, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale in an instant.

At the same time, the string of Buddhist beads held in Zen's hand suddenly broke without warning, and the beads fell to the ground "crackling", knocking on people's eardrums.

Shangguan Feihong didn't step forward, didn't care, just looked at it like this, as if he was looking at a stranger who couldn't be stranger.

Slowly, Zen's body slid limply down the bedpost behind him.

He didn't want to be so embarrassed, he didn't want her to see him so embarrassed, he didn't want to look so vulnerable in front of her, but it hurt, it really hurt.

"Can you still go? If not, then I'll go back first, and then I'll have someone come and pick you up." Shangguan Feihong finished speaking calmly, and turned around and left without looking back.

Liao Chan looked at the back of Shangguan Feihong leaving, watched Shangguan Feihong walk out of the threshold of the room, and couldn't help but stretch his hand forward quickly. It was he who was too naïve, the hurt more than twenty years ago, who pushed her out with his own hands, and after so many years, he thought that as long as she returned here, she would be able to remember everything, and thought that she would be able to forgive him and leave with him.

She knew that he was just asking for a chance. Give him another chance, okay?

The footsteps faded away until there was silence, and the departing man did not stop a step. Zen's outstretched hand fell to the ground suddenly, thumping, and the hope that filled it gradually turned into almost hopeless despair, like a boulder pressing down on his chest, sinking so hard that he could not breathe. He knew she wouldn't be coming back.

Time passes......

I don't know how long later, a footstep suddenly sounded without warning.

Slipped down the bedpost and fell to the ground, Zen, who closed his eyes gloomily, hurriedly opened his eyes in an instant, thinking that Shangguan Feihong had returned.

When he saw who the person who came in, the joy on his Zen face, which had not yet fully unfolded, instantly froze there, and the whole person was stunned.

Xin Haoyan, who had been standing outside, stepped into the room step by step.

Back then, he regarded Zen as a friend, but he didn't expect this friend to stab him in the back as soon as he turned around, so as to calculate him, and he didn't know until now.

What he didn't expect was that Shangguan Feihong, the only woman he loved in Xin Haoyan's life, actually married him for another purpose. So many years of affection had always been the best memory in his heart before that, but it turned out to be just a joke, laughing at his stupidity and pathetality.