"There is no if, people cannot be resurrected after death, and besides, ......" he raised his eyebrows: "Besides, even if there is something in the past, it is already the past, if that only brings pain, why not just brush it off?" In this way, you can live easily and freely, right? ”

Isn't that exactly what she said when he confessed to her the day before yesterday?

Yes, the burden of the past is too heavy, and she will live more easily and comfortably if she lets go, but now she is not the same person she was the day before yesterday.

"I don't understand." An Xin's heart was very sour: "Since you have never forgotten your princess, why do you still swear to me that you love me?" If your love is genuine, why do you say the same thing to another woman in the blink of an eye? Chu Lingye, please tell me, why do you want to ...... like this?"

"Enough!" Chu Ling turned around suddenly, lowered her head, and her cold face almost touched her face:

"Woman, are you looking for me to say this? Do you think that if I confess to you, my heart should always stay with you, and now that I have the woman I love, you are unbalanced and feel no sense of accomplishment, right? Xia Zining, what are you? It's just a rotten woman who is about to get married! ”

The cold words were mixed with a strong mint scent, like a cold blade on her face, cutting her weak heart.

"Good! I understand. She held her head high, looked indifferently and calmly at this face, which was still beautiful even though it was cold, gritted her teeth and swallowed a mouthful of bitter water: "Xinru is a good woman, I hope you treat her well." ”

"Of course." He stared: "She is the only woman in the world who I will never regret marrying." ”

His gaze was so determined and resolute, he really recognized Mu Xueman, and he had really come out of the shadow of losing his wife...... A broken voice suddenly came from her heart, and she laughed: "Lord Wang, congratulations on finally finding your love, I wish you happiness." ”

After speaking, she turned around calmly, trying to walk freely and naturally, but there seemed to be countless stingers under her feet, and every step was so heavy and painful?

"Thank you, and I wish you happiness."

His cold voice came from behind him, like thousands of cold needles, densely stabbing her all over the body, injuring her completely.

"Ahem!"

She coughed in pain, didn't look back, didn't tremble, and tried her best to keep her calm steps away from him.

It's not that she hasn't fought for it, and his answer is already very clear, he has let go of the past, and he has found the love of his life with him.

What is it that makes people change so quickly? Is it time, or is human nature inherently cold?

And how can she still be stubborn? There is Mo Ziming who loves her on her side, and Mu Xueman who loves him on his side, and there will be people who are heartbroken when they break up any of them......

So be it. She married a wife, he married another woman, and the two never saw each other, which is the best ending.

Anyway, the closer the two people get, the deeper they hurt each other.

So be it...... But why does my heart still hurt so much? It seemed to be oozing blood, and it was dense like a dense rain that couldn't be stopped.

Walking out of the store, sitting on the cold wooden bench outside, a couple of dependent couples walked in front of her, leaving only the cold temperature, she raised her head in a trance, looking at the blue sky, and Chu Lingye's handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her, and even the lines between her eyebrows were so clear and detailed.

What fell on the face quickly melted into cold water, as if in tears.

When she pulled back her thoughts, she noticed that it was suddenly snowing.

"Ruru, it's snowing, why are you outside alone?"

"Ruru, put it on, it's cold."

The boy's familiar voice echoed in her ears, and the grief broke in an instant, and she trembled violently, and suddenly began to cry with her head down.

Chu Lingye stood in front of the window, looking at her figure. Far away, but he could feel her trembling, and her sobs seemed to sound in his ears, undulating like sharp needles, piercing his heart with precision.

Suddenly, he wanted to leave everything behind and run to her to take care of her, but he only took one step and stopped in a struggle.

He can't!

She is no longer the former An Xin, no longer his princess, she has long forgotten all about the past, and even her feelings for him have long been left without any residue, and now, she is the fiancée of another man, and she will soon marry a wife.

And he has already found his Ruru, so it's okay, at least he doesn't have to worry about who to choose between his Ruru and his wife, she made the decision for him!

"Midnight ......"

A timid voice suddenly came from behind him, and he quickly hid his sad emotions and turned around: "Did you buy it?" ”

"If I don't buy it, I have some stomach discomfort and want to go back." Mu Xueman looked at him with a smile, hiding the bitterness in his heart, he was alone outside, why didn't he go in to accompany her?

"I'll send you." His voice was steady, and there was no trace of emotion on his face.

"Hmm." Mu Xueman nodded shyly, walked to the window, looked out intentionally or unintentionally, and saw An Xin sitting on a wooden bench crying, and couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

It turned out that he had been watching her here.

"Don't you remember anything from the past?" He asked.

Mu Xue trembled faintly: "Yes, I had an illness six years ago, and after I got better, I forgot all about the previous things." ”

"Yes." He nodded thoughtfully: "You take care of your illness, and when your stomach is better, I will take you to meet someone." ”

"Who?" Mu Xueman was uneasy.

"Our former housekeeper in the refugee camp, Uncle Zhou."

Who is Uncle Zhou? Why did she suddenly feel so panicked?

……

"Zining, what's wrong with you?" Mu Xueman's voice came from the left front.

An Xin wiped away her tears, looked up, and saw Mu Xueman with a concerned face, she was covered with Chu Lingye's black coat, and he was standing on her left hand, like a gentle flower messenger.

She opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but a cold wind suddenly counterattacked, and she couldn't help coughing.

"Ahem!"

The voice was very thin and muffled by the wind, but Chu Lingye heard it very clearly, and didn't want to look at her, but his eyes were like being pulled by a rope, and he unconsciously fixed on her:

The snow was falling heavily, and by this time a layer of snow had fallen on her black hair and coat, and her thin body was trembling in the wind.

Her coldness, he seemed to empathize, Chu Lingye's body trembled inexplicably.

"Zining." A concerned and anxious male voice suddenly sounded, and in the hurried footsteps, a long figure had already walked over.

"Zining, what's going on?" Mo Ziming squatted beside An Xin, and brushed the snow from her hair and body with her hands in distress, she trembled violently, like a delicate flower devastated by the wind and snow, as if it would wither and wither if she was not careful......

"Zi Ming...... I, woo ......" The moment her lips opened, all the pain poured out like a broken embankment, and she kept crying, like a child who had been greatly wronged. Love the dear hair

"Woo, woo......"

Every cry she cried pierced Mo Ziming's heart like a needle, he suffocated in pain, and his right hand gently stroked her trembling back: "What's wrong?" ”

"Uh......h Ziming, I'm cold. ”

It's so cold, it's cold, it's like there are countless traces of frost seeping into the heart, cooling the heart and freezing the heart.

"Well, I'm here, it's not cold, it's not cold, let's go home." Mo Ziming's voice trembled, took off his coat and wrapped it around her, picked her up sideways and hurriedly walked forward.

When he passed by Chu Lingye's side, his footsteps paused slightly, and he said coldly: "Chu Lingye, isn't it enough?" Please don't hurt her again! ”

He frowned deeply, and didn't look back to brush shoulders with him.

She was held in Mo Ziming's arms, and the moment Mo Ziming walked by, her black hair stained with snowflakes was sweeping the back of Chu Lingye's hand, his hand moved unconsciously, and he clearly felt the coolness of silk passing through his fingertips, and he couldn't grasp it.

"Don't worry, it won't!"

Never again. Since, all she gets from him is hurt.

"Woo......"

Her sobs faded away, why couldn't his heart calm for a long time? Looking into the distance, her figure had long been covered by the vast snow, gradually fading and disappearing, just like a year ago, she went in such a hurry, he didn't have a chance to catch it......

"Midnight, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, let's go back quickly." Mu Xueman's concerned voice came from his ears.

He lowered his eyes to look at her: "Okay, Ruru, let's go back." ”

"Hmm." Mu Xueman plucked up his courage, and the little bird snuggled into his arms like a human.

He didn't refuse, and gently grabbed her.

Ten years, he has been waiting for his Ruru for ten years, and she has always been by his side, so close to him, almost every day face to face, and he has never been so indifferent and distant from her. (Take a closer look at this sentence, do you think this sentence is more suitable for Xin'er?) ）

Now, he finally found her, but why didn't he have the expected thrill when he approached her? Why is it so sudden?

Mo Ziming hugged her very tightly, and the warmth on her body all poured into her, making her calm down a little. In the mist of tears, she looked up at him, his handsome face was so tight, and the distress overflowed unconsciously.

Such a man is definitely worthy of her reliance and her lifelong trust.

Although I think so, why can't I let go of something in my heart? An Xin unconsciously glanced behind her, and in the snow shadows, she could still distinguish the warm picture of Chu Lingye holding Mu Xueman......

The dead and alive man she once loved was no longer her beloved.

……

In the dead of night, An Xin stood on the rooftop and looked into the distance, the night of this city was enchanting and extravagant, the traffic was busy, and the lights and shadows seemed to be ethereal shadows, which made her feel strange and trance.

The disparity between the inside and outside of the light turns the glass window into a mirror, clearly reflecting her figure. At this time, she was wearing a red wedding dress, with a few butterflies tattooed on the skirt, her makeup was fine and natural, her black hair was neatly coiled, and her face was so delicate and beautiful.

Is this her? Why do you still think of your own face?

Tomorrow is the day she and Mo Ziming get married, why is she still nervous when she has made up her mind?