Zheng Xiaomeng left without waiting for Mo Jingcheng to open the letter, it was inconvenient for her to meddle in the matter of their feelings, because even if she wanted to, she couldn't manage it, and they still had to solve the relationship by themselves.

After Zheng Xiaomeng left, Mo Jingcheng sat down on the bench outside the ward as if he had been drained of all the strength in his body by something.

His fingers trembled slightly, and it took him half a day to open the envelope and take out the letter inside.

Familiar handwriting leaps to life on paper:

Through the city, Zhan Xinjia.

I was already gone when you read this letter, and I'm sorry to say goodbye to you in this way, instead of speaking to you in person or calling you, because I'm afraid I will be reluctant to say goodbye when I see you or hear your voice.

I don't want to say too much, we all understand, lest you be angry with me again.

The only thing I want to say is, thank you, thank you for everything you have given me, thank you for showing up at the lowest point in my life, thank you for being with me for eight whole years.

In the past eight years, I have worked hard and tired to study, film, and make money, but as soon as I see you, I feel that all the efforts are worth it, because every time I stand on the podium, I feel that I can finally compete with you.

Jingcheng, you don't talk much, and you never express your thoughts in words, but I know that no matter what you do, you are really good to me, and I also accept your good to me with my heart.

I haven't let you down for eight years, have I?

People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, don't blame me for choosing to leave, because we will always usher in this day, say it early and say it late, you say it and I say, it's all the same, and leaving now is undoubtedly the best choice.

Jingcheng, no matter where I am in the world in the future, I will silently bless you, wish you happiness, wish you peace and joy, if you are not angry with me, also wish me happiness, okay?

A person's life is so long, we always have to be happy, don't we?

Okay, that's all there is to say, may you and Sister Fu grow old together and be united forever.

Always worship your little fan girl: Miao.

After reading the letter left by Hu Miaomiao, Mo Jingcheng subconsciously crumpled the letter paper into a ball and squeezed it tightly in his palm.

Since the first day he met her, he confidently thought that this woman was his, his whole life, and he was able to control people's hearts and make this woman inseparable from him for the rest of his life.

Only now did he know that he was wrong, and that he was as wrong as he could be.

It was he who forced Miao away step by step.

A piece of letterhead, she didn't say a formal goodbye to him, she didn't say I love you, which shows how sad she was when she wrote this letter, so sad that she didn't want to say goodbye to him.

"Misty ......"

Tears trickled down the corners of his eyes, soaking his face.

A few little nurses at the nurse station looked at Mo Jingcheng from a distance and whispered: "Could it be that this Mr. Mo is the person she likes that Miao Miao said in the interview before?" ”

"Possibly."

"What's possible, I think he's right, Miao Miao entered the hospital because of a miscarriage this time, this Mr. Mo has been by her side all this time, when I went in to give Miao Miao an injection, you didn't see how happy she was smiling, if she didn't really like it, she wouldn't have that smile."

"Hey, Miao Miao is really good, her acting skills are good, her voice is beautiful, her voice is good, her mouth is sweet, now there are so many female stars, I only like her, I really hope she can have a lover and eventually become a family."