Wang Zi took Momo's hand and walked silently to a luxurious cemetery.

"Dad, Mom, brother, look who I brought to see you." Wang Zi put a large handful of white lilies in front of the tomb, and his voice was hoarse: "Momo, say hello to your family." ”

Momo gave him a strange look, did this mean that he treated her as family?

She looked at the photo of the three people above in surprise: the man was wearing glasses and was very gentlemanly; The woman looked to be in her thirties and was very elegant; There is also that young man, with clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, somewhat similar to Wang Zi.

Mo Mo bent down, bowed deeply, and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know how to phrase it.

Her current identity is not a wife, and a girlfriend is not a girlfriend.

Wang Zi stood there, his expression sad, his lips pursed.

Mo Mo pressed his hand lightly on his stomach, and the three people lying below were his dearest and beloved people, as well as the elders of the little life in his belly.

The winter wind was a bit chilly, and the petals of the white lilies rose with the wind, over the tombstones, over their heads, and fluttered in the air.

For the first time, Wang Zi opened his heart and told Momo about that hellish day.

During the winter vacation that year, the family of four was on vacation in the hot spring mountain resort, and Wang Zi heard that it was snowing in the neighboring city, so he clamored to go to a snowball fight to build a snowman.

Unexpectedly, the car was in a car accident halfway through and fell off a cliff.

His cat cried hoarsely in his mother's arms, who had long been breathless, the carriage was cold and dead, the wind whistled in the mountains, and his mother's blood dripped on his face and slowly solidified and cooled.

A six-year-old child spent the night in the carriage with three dead people.

Loneliness, fear, endless darkness.

Since then, the nightmare has followed him like a shadow, for nearly a year, he only sleeps during the day, opens his eyes at night, and cannot communicate with people normally, and his originally sunny and cheerful personality has become moody, like a wounded wolf, walking alone on the desert.

Wang Zi tore open the bloody wound in a low and slow tone.

He turned sideways and looked out the window at the night, feeling indescribable regret and self-blame.

I didn't expect people who stood on the top of business to have such a gray and bleak childhood.

Momo had tears in his eyes, holding his cold hand, and he had no thoughts except for distress.

He remained silent and only ate a few bites of dinner.

Momo was worried and stayed.

"What do you eat?" Momo asked, looking at the small bottle with vitamin E written on it in his hand.

"Sleeping pills." Wang Zi told the truth.

Mo Mo was stunned: "You often eat?" ”

"I'm tired and can't sleep, so I eat."

She suddenly remembered something, and suddenly realized: "No wonder. ”

"What?"

"Do you remember the night you brought me back when I was drunk?"

Wang Zi nodded, he still regretted what he did that night.

"I went out thirsty and dazed to look for water to drink, and when I saw a white bottle on the table in the living room, I grabbed it and looked at it, and thought it was a good thing, so I brought it back to my room. When you pushed Jian Hai in that night, I was eating, maybe in order to relieve the embarrassment, he heard me say that eating is good for the body, and he also asked for two pills, but as a result, we fell asleep before we finished speaking. ”

Wang Zi laughed after hearing this, and kissed the bottle fiercely.

"You are so wicked, put me to the test. However, is Jian Hai not good at that or is he not interested in women? ”

Wang Zi poked her forehead, with a stern expression: "Remember: curiosity kills cats." ”