Song Shihuan and Xu Mao didn't deliberately lower their voices when they spoke, and the distance between them was not too far apart.

So, whether it was the initial inheritance dispute or the final karma, he heard it.

Perhaps.

Maybe her relationship with Du Wenqi has long been stiff to the point that she can't turn around, and even though the people around her regard her as her dearest and beloved, there is only one woman with whom her blood is thicker than water.

And since then, there has been none.

As for Song Shihuan.

Lying on the bed holding the mobile phone, she looked at the short two words in a daze, and the cold white fluorescence emitted by the mobile phone screen was reflected on her face, clear as ice, indifferent into the water.

After being silent for a long time, I solemnly replied to his message: Thank you, I will.

But soon, I edited another one and sent it over: You are probably the only person I know who will comfort me because of Ms. Du's death......

Xu Mao didn't say it, and Shi Mingyuan wouldn't.

Shi Mingchen hated Du Wenqi again, and hated it to the bone.

As for the rest......

Unimportant.

It doesn't matter.

Mu Ye didn't know if he was busy, and he didn't reply to the message.

Song Shihuan flattened the corners of his lips, and then sent a message casually: Why don't you come and accompany me? Shi Mingyuan will come over tomorrow morning, and I can't leave.

After that, I didn't care about it.

Pulling the quilt and wrapping the body in the airtight, I don't want to pay attention to anything, I don't want to listen to anything.

After a while, he suddenly regretted sending him a message like that, and leaned sideways from the quilt to reach out his hand and fumbled on the bed to find his phone, ready to withdraw.

But before he could find it, there were already a few crisp sounds on the terrace, the sound of knuckles tapping on the glass.

Song Shihuan was stunned.

It took a while to get up from the quilt and walk barefoot in the direction of the terrace.

I hesitated a little, but finally I mustered up the courage to pull the curtain open.

Under the warm orange street lamp, Mu Ye's elongated figure was projected into her room, and the two stood facing each other, separated only by a heavy glass door.

Song Shihuan realized it later, and it took a long time to react, raised his hand to open the locked door, his eyes fell on him, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly, and for a moment, he couldn't help but sneer.

It's just that before he could say anything, he heard Mu Ye write lightly: "Have you taken the medicine?" ”

Song Shihuan: "......" After a while, he glanced at Mu Ye with an unhappy face, and replied lukewarmly: "No, what's the matter!" ”

In the end, Mu Ye proved with practical actions that what he just said was just a matter of reasonable inquiry and care, and had no other meaning.

Song Shihuan was still a little unhappy later.

But when he went to the small living room outside and came in again, with a glass of water in his hand and all kinds of potions in his palm, he didn't feel anything.

I wanted to talk to him for a while.

After all, she called the person, and she couldn't tell the person to leave immediately.

But the medicine Xu Qian prescribed to her contained calming and sleeping ingredients, and Song Shihuan fell asleep not long after taking it.

I don't know if he's still there, and I can't even tell if it's a dream or a reality.

Half-asleep and half-awake, it seems to be back to that ...... She never wanted to think back to the black summer, the wall of roses that were so flourishing but already in full bloom.

And...... Those worthless tears and softness.

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She thought it was just a bad dream, but when she woke up, the wetness of the pillow and the sour discomfort in her eyes were undoubtedly not a reminder for her.