Yi Haoyang leaned back on the seat in embarrassment and frustration, and sighed as if he didn't have anything: "Hey...... Back then, I thought I couldn't get home, you know, she is an eldest lady, she wants to be windy and rainy, and her life is comfortable, so naturally she has her arrogance, how can she be willing to lose to others? In order to defeat others, in order to win, there must have been a long time of hard work behind the scenes. It's just that if I play with her now, I won't lose to her again. ”

Jiang Han didn't speak, he didn't know if he was really shocked, he had always thought that Yi Haoyang lost to her every time he played with night chess because he took care of her identity, after all, night chess is the daughter of the night family, and Yi Haoyang's father is the patriarch of the night family, because of this relationship, Yi Haoyang has often been in and out of the night house since he was a child, and he is a good friend with night chess.

He couldn't have imagined that it wasn't that Yi Haoyang cared about the identity of night chess, but that he really couldn't play.

Why didn't he see any of this?

Now there is another thing that puzzles him, since the taekwondo kung fu of night chess is so high, why didn't she have the ability to fight back at all when she was caught by that person last time?

If it was hidden too deeply, but in the end, when that person's hand grabbed her throat and threatened her life, she still didn't make a move, because she saw that he was also there, and was confident that he would save her, so she gambled with her life?

If this is really the case, then he can only say that the acting skills of night chess are too high now, and they have reached the point of perfection, and their hearts are even more cold and hard, cold and hard enough to be able to put their lives at risk.

He also suddenly found that whether it was the previous night chess or the current night chess, he couldn't see through, which layer was her disguise? Which layer is her true face?

Thinking back to a few years ago, she really had nothing left except for the impression of disgust left on him.

Next, the two of them were silent, and when they arrived in the city center, Yi Haoyang suddenly said that he wanted to go and see night chess, Jiang Han was slightly dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything, and turned a corner and drove in the direction of Lishuiju.

The gate of Lishuiju was not closed, when the car stopped, I saw her sitting on a stone chair, her body was straight, maybe she was not good in the countryside for a few years, she was very thin, it was that sickly thin, the white sweatshirt looked very big on her body, it seemed that the wind poured in, she wrapped her arms with both hands, kept rubbing, her long hair was messy by the wind, there was no messy beauty, but it made people feel very sloppy.

Her hand slowly touched the delicate red roses, some of which flew with the wind, and finally lay down slowly on the cold ground, her hand frozen in mid-air.

He remembered that there were many roses planted in the back garden of Ye's house in the past, and she often picked one and gave it to him, confidently and proudly saying that it was the most beautiful one she had planted with her own hands.

After she left, the back garden of Ye's house was all renovated and planted with Night Pearl and Wang Wanting's favorite flowers.

She sat still for a while, and then her hand, which was frozen in mid-air, stretched out again, and this time before touching any red rose, she withdrew her hand, and when she turned around, she seemed to see two lines of tears slipping down her thin face, which made people feel pity for no reason.

Jiang Han's hands tightened, clasping the steering wheel, his nails scratched something and made a screeching sound, he only felt that his scalp was tight, forcing himself to suppress the inexplicable pity and guilt.