Empty streets, only torrential rain.

Mu Qingxue clearly remembered that after getting in the car that day, her tears kept flowing as if they were out of control.

Since he was so reluctant, he told Shao Jingci the truth. Li Junyan looked at Mu Qingxue in the rearview mirror, and couldn't bear to see her so heartbroken, "If he really loves you, he should only feel sorry for you." If he really forsaken you because of this, he doesn't deserve your tears for him. ”

The tears in Mu Qingxue's eyes were like beads with broken threads, and large ones slipped down her cheeks.

Mu Qingxue was so stubborn that she didn't make a little crying sound, and she just shook her head with tears streaming down her face.

She can't let Shao Jingci know, if Shao Jingci knows, he will only be more painful than Mu Qingxue himself, except for helping her take revenge, Shao Jingci will probably be immersed in the abyss of self-blame and pain for failing to protect her in this life.

Since then, Shao Jingci's heartbroken and lonely look has appeared in Mu Qingxue's dreams almost every night. And she always wakes up from dreams with tears in her eyes.

In the past two years, the scene has reappeared in Mu Qingxue's dreams almost every night.

Mu Qingxue opened her dry eyes, only to feel a splitting headache. The hangover alcohol was still tormenting her cranial nerves. It should be said that in the past two years, she has rarely been so sober at such a time.

Mu Qingxue instinctively wanted to find out if there was any unfinished wine around her, and a bucket of water was splashed.

Mu Qingxue leaned crookedly on the sofa, lifted her head that was so heavy that she could barely lift it, and in her blurred and shaky vision, she seemed to see Li Junyan carrying a bucket and standing in front of her.

Li Junyan looked at Mu Qingxue from top to bottom, he stood against the light, his handsome face blurred in a cloud of light and shadow. However, Mu Qingxue clearly saw a touch of powerlessness and compassion in his cold eyes.

Li Junyan's voice rarely carried a deep sense of exhaustion: "Qingxue, go home, something happened at home." ”

When Mu Qingxue returned home again, it was already a sea of vicissitudes, and things were wrong.

It is no longer the home in Mu Qingxue's memory, and it has been flooded with white.

On the mourning hall, the posthumous photos of her father, mother and eldest brother are enshrined, and the sound and appearance are as if they were before her death, but she can no longer see them, and she can no longer dislike her eldest brother for being too verbose and disgusted that her parents are too indifferent to her.

Now, as long as Mu Qingxue is alive, she will no longer complain or complain, she will only want them to be alive.

Without them, her world collapsed.

Mu Qingxue only felt that she was in a daze, woke up from sleep, woke up and fell asleep. There was always a voice in her heart that kept reminding her that she had something very important to do. However, she couldn't remember what that important thing was.

Mu Qingxue only knew that she must think of this matter.

This thing is very important, very important!

When Shao Jingci hurried back to Mu Qingxue's side non-stop, he watched such a scene: Mu Qingxue was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window covered with raindrops, looking out of the window with his eyes stupid, and landed in an unknown place. Except for that unknown place, Mu Qingxue couldn't see anything, and couldn't hear any other sounds.

The girl who became famous in the imperial capital in the name of genius was lifeless like a puppet at this time.