When we all return to square one, we are no longer the same person. Mu Xiaoxiao once tried every possible way to leave and abandon the title of crown princess, and she also worked hard to regain this title.

Now she had long been indifferent to this qiē, but that distant title was like a joke of fate, and it was once again buckled on her head.

"Don't worry, I want you to pretend to be Chen Xingrui."

He lifted Erlang's legs and looked at her fixedly.

Mu Xiaoxiao's heart, which was already half cold, was even colder, she couldn't see hope or the future in her eyes, and her voice was hoarse: "I know, I'm a widow." I will not be greedy for places that do not belong to me. ”

Mu Xiaoxiao, who can say this, is no longer the little girl who chattered before, she has experienced a lot of hardships and grown a lot.

And her biggest dream now is to send the man who pushed her into the abyss to hell.

Bo Zeyu's amber eyes, a better face slowly approached her, met her hateful gaze, and snorted coldly.

"You hate me?"

He asked knowingly.

"Yes!"

Mu Xiaoxiao replied without interruption, her expression stiff.

Knowing the ending, Bo Zeyu still felt an uncomfortable mood in his heart.

He withdrew his gaze and got up from the bed.

Impatiently, he stretched out two fingers and pointed at her, "Enough rest, come out with me." ”

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was pale, lifted the quilt, moved her ankle, frowned in pain, and couldn't help but gasp.

Every cell in the body was crying out for pain.

Bo Zeyu looked at her condescendingly, ignoring her pain, picked up the clothes sent by the maid from the table and threw them in front of her, pretending to be chic, "Change it." ”

Then he left without looking back.

It wasn't until the hem of his purple clothes disappeared from Mu Xiaoxiao's sight that she began to bare her teeth and cry out in pain, occasionally uttering a few disrespectful words.

In the end, despite the pain, she put on her clothes and did not forget to put on her veil.

After all, the pain in the body is too insignificant compared to the pain in the heart.

Mu Xiaoxiao lowered her head and saw that the gorgeous Hanfu was still inlaid with gold threads, and for a moment, she really felt that she was back in the beginning, when she had just entered the mansion.

Alas.

There is no need to mention the past.

Mu Xiaoxiao limped out and opened the door.

The sun shines in and the warmth lingers.

Bo Zeyu, who was dressed in a purple coat, stood outside with his hands behind his back, with a tall posture and a dignified appearance.

His face was expressionless, but the corners of his mouth seemed to show a smile after seeing Mu Xiaoxiao come out.

The faint light left a halo on him, and Mu Xiaoxiao's hand still kept pushing the door, and a pair of big eyes looked at him motionlessly.

I thought to myself, no matter how many times I repeat it, I should fall in love with him who looks flawless.

"Let's go."

Bo Zeyu walked towards the sun.

Mu Xiaoxiao followed behind him as always.

She remembered the child she conceived and gave birth to in October, Qi'er.

He should be four years old now, he can walk and jump, and he will look a little more like her, or a little more than Bo Zeyu.

Is the smile brighter, or do you prefer to keep a straight face?

Limping unconsciously, she couldn't help but tear up.

Cruelly abandoned the child because she didn't know how to face it, this child was the only connection between her and Bo Zeyu, whether she should hate or love.

She didn't have the confidence to be a good mother, so she put the blame on someone else.

Blood dissolves in water.

She tried not to think about him all these years.

After meeting Bo Zeyu again, she kept thinking about how happy their family would be if it weren't for her father.