When she was done, she placed the note on the jewelry box and left it together under the small lamp on the bedside table. Next to the lamp, there was still a bottle of yellow roses, and she subconsciously took one down. Then, she put on a trench coat, habitually picked up her small handbag, and quietly went downstairs and walked out the door. The water in the garden was deep, there were broken branches floating in the water, the rain was still sweeping away, and the oncoming wind made her shiver. She stepped into the water, step by step, walked to the iron gate, opened a small door next to the door, and she went out, outside the Smoky Hills.

The rain swept her, the wind blew her, and her long hair fluttered in the wind and rain. The road was full of water and mud, and she didn't care. Like a ghost, she stepped through the stagnant water, and she moved slowly forward through the rain and mist. What she was thinking about in her heart was the nickname everyone gave her: Cinderella! Yes, Cinderella, dressed in the fairy's splendid garment, rode in a luxurious carriage to the prince's palace! You must be back by 12 a.m., or you'll be back to rags Cinderella! What time is it? It's past twelve o'clock!

She laughed, rain and tears intertwining across her face. The rain, soaking her hair and soaking her clothes, walked, walked, step by step, towards the bridge—the bridge that would take her to another world.

The rain was still falling, cold and rustling.

The storm is over. Fang Siying slowly woke up, opened her eyes in a daze, and found herself lying on the bed in the bedroom, the curtains of gold flowers on a black background hung quietly, and the small white gauze lamps at the head of the bed were on. Under the lamp, the bottle of brilliant yellow roses is blooming with the faint fragrance of the room. She raised her eyelashes slightly, and looked at the roses, the curtains, and the white carpet in a trance...... For a moment, she was a little confused, a little dizzy, a little hazy, she didn't know who she was? Where are you located? Is it the wronged Zhang Hanyan? Or is it that tutor Fang Siying? She frowned, staring blankly into the room, and then, suddenly, her consciousness returned, and she remembered many things that had happened; Bai Peiwen, Gao Lide, Zhang Hanyan...... She jumped to her feet, and at a glance she saw Bai Peiwen, sitting in a chair at the end of the bed, with her eyes wide open, as if listening to her movements with all her might. As soon as she moved, he had moved forward quickly, his hand pressed down on her body, his face burned with light, and with great excitement, he shouted:

"Smoke!" Smoke! Smoking? Fang Siying shuddered for a moment, staring at the blind man in front of her, she flinched, she retreated into the bed, her breath was short, her mind was dizzy, she glared at him, with a pair of guarded, angry, resentful eyes, her voice so distant, so empty, so desolate:

"Who are you calling? Mr. Kashiwa? ”

"Smoke!" He groped and searched desperately for her hands, and he found them, so he immediately held them tightly, refusing to let go of them again. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he leaned over to her and cried out passionately, remorsefully, apologetically, and in pain: "Don't do this! With smoke, don't turn me away from thousands of miles away! Forgive me! Forgive me! I've had enough of these ten years, you know? Every day I spend every day in remorse! Not just every day! Every time! Every point! Every second! You have no idea how long those days were! I waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, oh, smoked! He gasped and cried out, and his body slid off the edge of the bed, where he knelt. Kneeling in front of the bed, he grabbed her hand with both hands, and then, passionately, ecstatically, pressed his lips against the back of her hand, his lips burning. "God forgive me!" He shouted. "You're still alive! God forgive me! Sky! What a rapture I had! What a thanksgiving! Oh, smoky, smoky, smoky! ”

His excitement and his enthusiasm did not infect her, on the contrary, his words stung her, deeply stung her, evoked the hidden pain and trauma of ten years, the wound that had been buried for ten years. Her eyes were moist, tears clouded her vision, and she struggled to withdraw her hand, but he held her tightly, so tightly, that it hurt. "No, no," he cried, "I won't let you run out of my hands again!" I won't let it! Don't try to run away! With smoke, I will fight for my life! ”

Tears slid down her cheeks, and she struggled:

"Let go of me, sir, I'm not smoking, Hasmoky drowned under the Songzhu Bridge ten years ago, I'm not! You let go of me! "She choked in her throat, and she had to struggle with the constant stream of tears." How can you call me smoking? That girl is long dead! What else are you going to do with that girl you think is mean, dirty, lowly, and lewd? You ......" "Don't say it again!" Smoke! He stopped her, his face pale, his guttural voice hoarse. I'm a fool! I'm stupid! Blame me! Scold me! Just, don't leave me again! I will atone for my sins, and I will spend my life atoning for you! Oh, smoky! Please! He touched her, from her wrist to her shoulder. Oh, smoky! You live! That flowing water can't drown you, I should know! Death doesn't take away dead souls, oh! Smoke! His fingers touched her cheek.

"Stop!" She shouted and shifted to the side. "Don't touch me! You're not qualified to touch me! Do you know? ”

His hand froze in the air, then hung limply. The muscles of his face spasmed, a layer of pain flew up his brow, and his face turned pale. "I know, you hate me." He whispered.

"Yes, I hate you!" Fang Siying gritted her teeth: "In the past ten years, I haven't alleviated my hatred for you!" I hate you! Hate you! Hate you! She gasped: "So, take your hands away!" Now, I'm not your wife, I'm not the Cinderella who was wronged and cried to jump into the river! I'm Fang Siying, another woman! Another woman completely! You go away! Bai Peiwen! You're not qualified to touch me, you go away! "Smoky?" He whispered softly, distrustfully, his face contorted with pain. Involuntarily, he let go of her, and knelt there, he covered his face with his hands, and rested his elbows on the edge of the bed, and he knelt like this, not moving for a long time. Then, his voice was low, painful, and floated out of his palm. "Tell me, how can you forgive me? Tell me! "I will never forgive you!" He shook a little, his hands hung down, and he landed on the bed, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his eyebrows were gently frowned.

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