It was night, in the most luxurious bar in Shanghai.

Mu Shaoqian sat at the bar and drank several glasses of strong whiskey in a row.

Thinking that she has married someone else, my heart hurts again.

Knowing that she already belonged to another man, why couldn't he give up?

He threw up his head and took another long sip of the spicy liquor, trying to numb his bitter heart with alcohol.

"Mu Shaoqian, you're enough, don't play drunk crazy on me here?" Mu Zhiyi strode from a distance, reached out and snatched the wine glass from his hand, and asked, "Since you love her so much, why did you break up with her back then, and why did you have to force her to kill the child?" Now that she's got her happy life, you're starting to get jealous again, and you deserve it!! ”

"You don't understand." It took several seconds for Mu Shaoqian to find his figure again, and he drank a full glass of whiskey.

Mu Zhiyi grabbed him by the collar and scolded angrily, "If you don't say it, who will understand?" Thinking that five years ago you would have caused her so much harm, whether she wanted to or not, I should have taken her away and flew away. ”

"You looked for her five years ago?" Mu Shaoqian looked at him misty.

"Yes, I went to her, and I said I would be kind to her and the child, and begged her to stay." Mu Shaoqian smiled weirdly, but he didn't want to say anything?

"You say, I don't understand anything."

"Nothing to say!" He pushed Mu Zhiyi's hand away, threw down a few bills on the bar, and got up to leave.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it, what's the use of saying it, and if he says it, he can change their blood relationship?

No, and it will cause an uproar, it's just that, after so many years, the only thing he can't let go of besides her is his poor child, the child who was killed by his own hands before he was born.

Mu Shaoqian's mother did not die because of the stimulation five years ago, but she miraculously lay in bed for five years, so only she and Mu Shaoqian knew that Wang Xiaoman was his own sister.

And if the old man of the Mu family knew Wang Xiaoman's life experience, he would definitely not let the descendants of the Mu family go out, he was bound to bring her back to the Mu family, but how could she be willing to go back, how embarrassing her identity was, and how should she deal with herself after she went back?

When she fell in love with his own brother, didn't she push her into the deep sea from which she could never recover?

In order to take care of her, he must swear to keep this secret to the death.

He can't say it, he can't say it to anyone.

The liquor burned his throat and his heart, took the elevator, reached the floor where he was, swiped his card, opened the door, and let the loneliness surround him.

The room was so quiet that he had to turn on the TV and keep company with it.

On the wide bed, it was warm, he curled up and fell asleep, never lonely, and a line of tears slowly flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

Is love still there?

Can the road that was once impossible to be walked be able to be crossed now?

The person he once fell in love with is no longer the person he remembers, does he dare to fall in love with the most familiar stranger?

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Xiaoman woke up from his sleep.

She dreamed again, but this time the dream was a little strange, she actually dreamed stupidly that they were married together.

"Xiao Man...... I love you...... I love baby ...... too" His murmur rang in her ear, so clear, as clear as if it had actually happened.

"Tongtong, Ruirui, it's time to get up, it's time for us to go to school."