Jiang Jiu slowly retracted her gaze, she turned sideways and calmly walked in the direction of the elevator not far away.

Wen Xili tilted his head and looked at Jiang Jiu's back.

She wore a thin black round-neck dress today, which was neatly cut and trimmed her figure straight.

Watching ginger wine enter the elevator, the man withdrew his eyes, he took a puff of cigarette, his eyebrows frowned slightly, his injured fingers clenched for a moment, and uncondensed blood beads dripped down the back of his hand along the wound that had opened again.

He was a little depressed, and the dry weather in winter made him feel a certain unpleasant.

*

Jiang Jiu got into the car, as if he was a little tired, put his arm on the steering wheel, buried his head in his forearm, and took a deep breath.

Somewhat out of breath.

My heart tightened, like a huge stone.

Messy thoughts.

Regret, anger, frustration, disgust, and deep weariness in the bones.

Am I really wrong-

Wrong from the start?

When he knew that Wen Xili had amnesia and was with Jiang Caiwei, shouldn't he try to save this relationship?

She didn't know how to deal with Wen Xili, who didn't love her, it was wrong to be possessive, it was wrong to be angry, and it was wrong to be nice to him.

Jiang Jiu sighed softly helplessly, and waited for all the boiling emotions in his chest to cool down, before leaning back on the leather chair and lighting a cigarette with his eyes closed.

It was the last cigarette in her bag.

She was vaguely aware that during this time, she smoked more and more often.

This is not good news.

What was once used as a refreshment now seems to be used by her to dispel her sorrows.

She didn't know that Wen Xili had obviously returned, but she had become like this.

Obviously, he was the one who told her to wait at the beginning, but he was the first to let go, her mother forgot her, and Wen Xili also forgot her, and the two people she loved the most didn't want her eight years ago.

Jiang Jiu's eyebrows furrowed tightly, she bit her lip, and her face was slightly distorted from pain.

Why was it only me who was left behind.

Why am I the only one in such pain now.

She knew that no one could be blamed for this, but she still had inexplicable grievances in her heart.

*

A month later, the Ling family proposed to the Jiang family to withdraw from the marriage.

The procedures for withdrawing from the marriage were handled by Jiang Jiu instead of He Chunbai, and she couldn't say anything more.

Jiang Caiwei is crazy like this, it is impossible for the Ling family to marry a crazy young grandmother to enter the door, this is very realistic.

The rich wives who used to be good friends with He Chunbai all got the news and immediately dispersed, and no one came to the hospital to visit He Chunbai, who was with Jiang Caiwei all day long; And He Chunbai seems to have realized the importance of his daughter after Jiang Caiwei's illness this time, and he also cut off contact with the rich wives.

On the day Ling Zihan and Jiang Caiwei divorced, she suddenly called and asked her if she could come out for a drink after work.

Jiang Jiu listened to his hoarse and painful voice on the phone, hesitated, and agreed.

The agreed place was a nearby music bar, and when Jiang Jiu came to the bar after work, he saw Ling Zihan sitting in front of the bar a little decadently, saw her, and waved at her.

She and Ling Zihan hadn't seen each other for nearly a month, and when she saw him at the moment, she was a little strange.

He had long hair and a messy beard on his chin, and he looked much more embarrassed than he used to in the dim light of the bar.