It's been eleven years, and she lives on that little thought, and now there are people, I have brought you everything you want to trace, and I have also brought you the results you want, and her little thought is about to come true, but what about after it is realized? Will she be able to hold on? As soon as such a result comes out, does it mean that her Yu will never come back?

She seemed to be unable to stand, and pressed her hands against the wall, forcing herself to stand firm. She gulped in heavy gulps, the air in her chest thinning out, the result that was the most horrible of things she was most reluctant to accept.

Song Shihao was still standing at the door of the villa, without the slightest wavering, even if her hands and feet were already cold, she was very determined to wait, waiting for Meng Shiyi to open the door of the villa, waiting for her to hand over this hard disk that could bury the hard work she had created with her own hands.

The hard drive lay in the palm of her hand, with her cold body temperature, quietly waiting for its final fate.

Just when Song Shihao's whole body stiffened, Meng Shiyi finally opened the door of the villa. Song Shihao walked into the carved iron door and walked towards the interior of the villa step by step, walking firmly and calmly.

Meng Shiyi came down from the third floor, opened the door, and waited for Song Shihao to enter the house.

The heavy snow was still falling, and a thin layer of snow had accumulated on Song Shihao's head, and his thin face was red from the cold, which made him even colder. As she walked, there was a slight cough from time to time.

After walking for a long time, she finally walked to Meng Shiyi's side with a cold air.

The two women stood opposite each other in front of the villa, and they didn't say anything for a long time.

Song Shihao raised his hand gently, spread out his palm, and lay the USB flash drive inside, where were all the secrets about her, every time, every moment was inside.

"Sister Shiyi, promise me one thing, wait for me for three months, and you will deal with these things in three months, okay?" She smacked of pleading. For three months, whether it was life or death, she would not care anymore.

Meng Shiyi's body trembled slightly, as if she didn't dare to pick up the USB flash drive, she was so afraid of the things inside, she didn't want to sentence herself to death.

Seeing that she didn't move, Song Shihao laughed softly, and said in a relaxed, relieved tone: "Sister Shiyi, I'm so tired." Five years ago, I was so tired, I carried these things on my back, one after another, and each one felt like living in hell. You know, I thought about it from the beginning, if there was one thing I really couldn't make it through, I'd let these things bury me. ”

"There are so many ugly faces in it, and each one of them is disgusting. They were like a big net woven by the devil, and they enveloped me tightly against my will, but the net probably did not realize that the imprisoned people had already prepared. After she finished, she took Meng Shiyi's still trembling hand and put the USB flash drive into her palm.

"I'm dying and I can't hold it anymore, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hand them over to the end, so I'll give them all to you now. Just don't be in such a hurry, let me take a good look at the kingdom I built with my own hands, okay? ”

There were only bones left in her hand, and she was a little awkward when she held her hand, probably standing in the cold wind for a long time, and even the cracks in her bones were completely cold. The coolness crept down her hand to her heart, and finally aroused a trace of clarity in her.