Late at night rain.

Dong Huiying was lying on the kang, she didn't dare to close her eyes. Because as long as you close your eyes, all the past will come to mind.

Shujun's voice and smile, Shujun's wandering style, and his intentions to himself......

Why should she be hypocritical? If she had accepted this big family generously at the beginning, she would not have been trapped by the moral sense of the original world, and she would not have mentioned the matter of eloping or not, but would have lived a good life with this family in peace. On that day, probably Shujun would not have left the inn, let alone become such a situation of eternal separation.

Liang Zhichen said that he could no longer lose any of 'them', and this 'they' generally referred to everyone in the Liang family. And what about yourself? Can you really handle it?

If she and Shujun had left, Liang Haoming, Liang Yuening, and Liang Yixuan would have ...... If these three people become the next Second Uncle Kang, they will be emaciated for Yixiao, and even collapse their own bodies, and even take their lives.

How can she bear it, how can she be indifferent?

She rubbed her face hard, then sighed dejectedly.

Put on a shirt and go to the window.

She pushed open the window and looked out into the gloomy night.

There is no moon or stars tonight, and the whole world is dim and silent. At that moment, she saw a wooden pier in the courtyard, and a man was sitting on it with his back to her.

Liang Zhichen? She was slightly stunned.

After that, she pushed the door open and walked slowly towards the man.

The man heard her footsteps and looked back. "Wife's ......"

She pursed her lips, "I can't sleep." ”

Liang Zhichen chuckled hoarsely, but his expression was very lonely: "Zhichen, it's the same." ”

He sat and she stood, and they looked together at the night ahead. After a long time, a sudden autumn wind swept in, ruffling his long hair and waking her confused mind.

She was clever for a moment, then ripped off the coat she was wearing, and then put it on Liang Zhichen's shoulder. "Your illness has not been well, and you accompanied me in the rain all night last night, so you have to be careful."

After helping him get dressed, she tried to stop it, but he suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed her hand on his own shoulder.

He didn't mean to be light, but when this person was beside him, his chaotic mood could settle down a little.

"I ......" he paused, and then looked back at Dong Huiying: "I had the same dream over and over again on Qingfeng Mountain before. I dreamed of my wife, and after the mudslide, you did not lose your memory, but died. After you died, Shuyu was critically ill, and he didn't survive long before he ...... went. I buried him in a cemetery on the hill, and let my fathers guard him, and his expression on his dying face was probably relieved and guilty, because he seemed to know that once he was gone, our brothers would be sad. ”

These thoughts were piling up in his heart, and he suddenly wanted to talk to her. Since the two things of 'collecting the body' and 'burying' for Shujun, there is a common secret between them.

She could probably understand his feelings, he thought.

He may just want someone to talk to, and the first thing he thinks of is her.

Dong Huiying looked straight at the tribulation, in the process of unraveling the Gu, she had remembered some things about the original owner, but the biggest characteristic of the God Devouring Gu was that it could devour people's memories and affect people's minds.