He took a few steps lightly, and he could see her standing outside the villa, holding her arms in her hands, looking up at the sky slightly, her hair fluttering in the breeze, giving people a sense of ethereal and unreal, as if the next moment, she was gone.

He panicked because of this feeling.

Yeqi didn't notice him, he still looked up at the sky quietly, as if frozen on paper, dressed in white clothes, obviously so holy, but revealing a pale and dead silence of terrible, the kind of loneliness that leaked from the inside out, as if no one could break it, made people look at it, the heart was extremely sad, and even the eye sockets were sore and uncomfortable.

He suddenly remembered that she had preferred bright and flamboyant clothes, the kind of brightness that made people recognize her at a casual glance, rather than the general white.

She once said that she wore such ostentatious clothes so that he could recognize her at a glance in the crowd, how did he feel at the time?

regarded her as a scheming girl, scoffed at her, but didn't want to, many years later, those memories suddenly rushed out and filled his mind, one by one, he remembered it so clearly.

As if hearing his footsteps, Night Chess slowly turned around.

Through the iron door, her expression was faint, and it was the first time that he looked at Ye Qi's face so carefully.

Her life in the country was not good, her once delicate face was gone, this face, dull color, poor skin, and even more pointed chin, if he didn't know that she had no plastic surgery, he would have thought that her awl-like chin was made.

The sunken eye sockets gave her a little more sharp feeling, and even the eyes that could talk lost their brilliance and had no beauty at all.

Such a sickly thinness is frightening.

In the past, when she had no worries about food and clothing, she spent a lot of effort on her face, her face was round and cute, and she had a fight with a newborn baby, where it was like now, sallow and sallow, placed in the crowd, saying that she was only in her early twenties, it was difficult for anyone to believe it.

After she came back, did she have a bad time? Didn't the old lady of the night give her enough money to live on? Or is it that after she married into the Yi family, they looked down on her and didn't give her food?

He was a little annoyed by these unwarranted speculations, and he wanted to confirm them with those people immediately.

Jiang Han opened the door with the key, and she didn't enter the door without saying anything, but just bent down slightly and greeted him respectfully: "Young Master Jiang." The tone was decent, as she had called him when she came back to see him, without any emotion.

Such a title is no different from the name of those who want to slap him up, except that others call him that, with the purpose of profit, and she is dead with the despair and heart of completely drawing a line with him.

He became more and more sad, the girl who called him "Brother Jiang Han" sweetly back then was no longer gone, and he never had the chance to hear her call him "Brother Jiang Han" again.

"Don't be so polite, let's go inside." After all, Jiang Han couldn't help but come to her and hold her hands with one hand and hold her shoulders with the other.

Ye Mingzhu is nearly one meter seven, standing in front of Jiang Han without wearing high heels is only to his shoulder, and Ye Qi is even shorter than Ye Mingzhu, her height seems to be no different from the original height of one meter six, such a height is like a paper man with a thin figure like her, Jiang Han wonders if the wind blows harder, will she fly away?