Yang Jingqiu looked at the man in front of him in a trance, and couldn't help but think of the time she spent with him in those years.

He still seems to be the same, as if he has changed a lot, but as if nothing has changed.

She remembered that he would take off his clothes to her in the cold wind, that he would take her to the beach to watch the fireworks, that he would take her up the mountain to see the rising sun......

She remembered that he had made a model tank out of bullet casings and gave it to her, that he would wear the ugly scarf she had knitted to show off everywhere, that he would wait downstairs for most of the night just to tell her Happy New Year......

Yang Jingqiu's tears couldn't help falling, and she couldn't face him coldly anymore.

When she cried, Mo Xiaolin was distressed, he got up in a wheelchair and sat beside her, took her into his arms and coaxed softly: "Cry when you see me, you want my life." ”

The man's arms carried a faint medicinal fragrance, and Yang Jingqiu was stiff at first.

After too long, such a familiar and unfamiliar warmth made her heart uncomfortable, countless sad grievances, unspeakable heartache and sadness, and even more inexplicable thoughts.

Under Mo Xiaolin's soft comfort, Yang Jingqiu gradually calmed down a little.

He patted her gently on the back and said slowly, "Yan Cheng is our child. ”

Yang Jingqiu slowly raised her head and looked at him, as if she had heard some joke: "Mo Xiaolin, you are injured and your brain is broken, right?" Even if you can't accept the fact that Zhao Xing'an and I are together, you can't make up this kind of lie to deceive yourself. ”

Mo Xiaolin raised his hand to gently wipe the tears on her cheeks for her, and looked directly at her with deep eyes and said slowly: "That night in the hotel, the person who had a relationship with you was me, not Zhao Xingan. ”

This time, Yang Jingqiu was completely stunned.

Mo Xiaolin said slowly: "When you and Zhao Xingan were planning to get married, I quietly rushed back. I thought I could generously wish you happiness, but I couldn't just watch you belong to another man. ”

Mo Xiaolin paused and continued: "So I designed Zhao Xing'an and Li Dai Taozhuang, and arranged another woman for him, and the person who was with you that night was me." ”

Yang Jingqiu looked at him in a daze, she drank a lot of wine that night, and she was not lightly drunk, and she only remembered that the man that night was extremely rude, and she was tormenting him like crazy.

She thought it was Zhao Xing'an, and even after she woke up, she felt that it was not so difficult to accept doing this kind of thing with a man she didn't love.

So later he and Zhao Xing'an got married, and soon after they got married, they found out that they had children.

After the child was born, she and Zhao Xingan also spent more than a year together, and she became more and more disgusted with that man, even unbearable.

She didn't allow Zhao Xing'an to touch her, and sneered at him everywhere.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Zhao Xingan to stand it and divorce her.

But she didn't think that the people of that night... It wasn't him.

"When I knew you were giving birth, I rushed back to see you. It's just that when I left the hospital, I ran into Yan Cheng, who was dying. Mo Xiaolin spoke slowly.

At that time, the child was thin and small, motionless, and did not cry at all.

He thought the child was dead, but as he was leaving, he noticed that his lips were quivering.

He frowned and carried him back, and asked a lot of doctors to help treat and take care of him.

At that time, many doctors said that he would not survive, but he just stayed up day by day, and survived with a sigh of relief.