There is a duplex villa in the western suburbs of Lingcheng, covering an area of nearly 100,000 square meters, and the greening alone accounts for 60 percent.

But since the night a year ago, since Mu Xi left the villa, no one has approached, and even more people who hate Mu Xi have called the villa a ghost house since then.

Because there, it is the wedding room of Mu Xi and Lu Zhanqin, which was designed by the two of them together, and built by the world's top architects, Lu Zhanqin named the villa - "Xiyue" Mansion.

Some time after Mu Xi's death, Lu Zhanqin often went in and out of here to look for evidence, but every time he was disappointed, the fear in his heart intensified very much, and the man who was not afraid of heaven and earth was afraid that he really couldn't find clues to wash away Mu Xi's grievances.

Everyone said that she committed suicide in fear of sin, only he knew that it was not, from beginning to end, Lu Zhanqin thought that Mu Xi was killed by his own hands.

This consciousness has long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, like a Gu poison attached to the body, as long as he thinks of Mu Xi, the internal organs of his body seem to be gnawed and devoured in an instant.

The villa is cool, but with a special person cleaning, it is still spotless, except for all the photos that were destroyed, everything is intact.

Lu Zhanqin walked into the main hall, every step was like walking on thin ice, he stood in the center, his always cold black eyes seemed to be out of focus at this time, and the only thing left was the irrepressible sadness.

He looked at a cabinet in front of him, his mind suddenly regressed, he remembered, he remembered deeply, that night he questioned her fiercely, and threw her away casually, her body just hit the cabinet, she vomited blood in pain, but because of the anger in his heart, he chose to watch coldly.

As if his heart was torn apart suddenly, Lu Zhanqin clutched his chest and shook his body slightly, supported the sofa with the other hand, lowered his head, and his vision was already blurred......

Probably even God felt that he was not qualified to forget, and the sky that was originally gloomy at night was in vain with a thunderstorm, and a strong wind swept through the doorway, and in a moment, the rain poured down.

Hideous lightning pierced the sky, and a succession of thunderbolts rumbled across the rooftops like the furious roar of a lion, each rebuking his cruelty.

Lu Zhanqin's hands holding the sofa clenched tighter and tighter, he closed his eyes tightly, tears fell, still trying to control the spread of sadness, but the pain was like a huge net that was not ventilated and strangled him in an instant.

The feeling of suffocation spread all over the body, and even the bones were trembling......

Sudden rainstorm, the wind swept the bean-sized raindrops on the glass, the sleepy Shu Xincheng seemed to dream of something, a teardrop suddenly slipped from the corner of his eye, his brows were frowned, his pale face looked very painful, Liu Shi, who was guarding the bed, took her hand and looked at her distressedly, trying to wake her up.

"Xincheng, Xincheng is well-behaved, Xincheng doesn't cry, mom is here, mom is here."

But Shu Xincheng was still immersed in that nightmare, and his reaction became more and more intense, and he kept muttering about helping me, helping me, and grabbing Liu Shi's hand was like grasping a life-saving straw.

Liu Shi thought she was dreaming of the drowning scene a year ago, her eyes turned red for a moment, and she gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but the more she wiped the tears, the more fierce they became......

"Xincheng, Xincheng, wake up......"

"Don't ...... No...... Why don't you believe me...... Why ......"

"Heart, heart!"

"What's wrong?"

Hearing her panicked call, Shu Mingzhe, who was in the study, rushed over.

"Husband, look at Xincheng, she seems to be having some nightmare, she can't wake up no matter how she screams, and she keeps crying."