When he left from the gate of Liu Xiaoli's community that day, Lin Qingqing was still holding the card in his hand, as if he wanted to crush the innocent card.

With tears in her eyes, she didn't know if it was for herself, or for the poor Liu Xiaoli who died with regrets.

"Won't you be sad here?" At that time, Lin Qingqing pointed to his heart and asked Lin Yan.

In the past, she felt that this person was just mercenary and selfish. But only for this moment did she find him scary. It's like a glutton, eating away at others and protecting yourself.

Facing her accusation, Lin Yan just showed a self-deprecating smile. "A long time ago, I didn't have a heart." He replied, his eyes hollow and terrifying.

The person standing in front of Lin Qingqing now is like a hollowed-out tree, everything seems to be safe and sound, but there is nothing inside. He tried to fill it, but in the end it was in vain.

Lin Qingqing no longer remembered that this was the first time she and Lin Yan had broken up unhappily, in short, every time she left, she never looked back.

In fact, as long as she turned around, she would find that Lin Yan had been behind her, standing in the place just now, watching her go farther and farther.

In this role-play, the saddest thing is always not the one who leaves first, but the one who stays where he is. They have to convince themselves again and again that they are leaving for a reunion. But you have to accept the disappointment again and again, and some people are gone and never come back.

Before Lin Qingqing could report the matter to Ou Yuanlan, she received a call from Monica. When she saw the unfamiliar number, she subconsciously guessed who the owner of the number was, just like a strange telepathy.

Clearing his throat, Lin Qing calmly picked up the phone. As if she had expected this person to call her, she was not surprised at all.

There is really nothing surprising, in the office of the shocking side, she knows that this woman is not something to be messed with. She is too flamboyant and too direct, and all the edges don't know how to hide at all.

"Miss Lin, it's me, Monica." She's also a straightforward person.

"I know." Lin Qingqing heard her cold voice ringing in the earpiece, her eyes staring at the backrest of the leather seat in front of her, and there was no expression on her face at all.

After a simple greeting, the two women suddenly stopped talking, as if they were waiting for the other party to speak first. In this game of predation, whoever can't hold it first will be defeated first.

In the end, the long silence exhausted Lin Qingqing's patience, and she was a little impatient. "Miss, if you're fine, please don't bother me." Her tone was not good at all, and it seemed that she was going to hang up the phone directly in the next second.

Monica laughed out loud through her phone, and her undisguised laughter came through the airwaves, as if she was mocking Lin Qingqing unscrupulously. "Miss Lin, are you so breathless?" Enough of laughing, she asked rhetorically.

I have to admit that although Monica has a beautiful skin, Lin Qingqing doesn't like her at all. This woman is so aggressive that she can feel the bullets that penetrate her body, even through a phone screen.

"Not really." Lin Qingqing subconsciously pulled the corner of his clothes. "I just don't like wasting time, especially with these useless things and irrelevant people." She tried to make her tone sound unwavering.

Undoubtedly, she learned this sentence from Ou Yuanlan. That person always looked indifferent, saying that he didn't like to say useless things, and he didn't like to deal with useless things because he was wasting his time.

Although when Lin Qingqing heard it in his ears, he was still secretly complaining in his heart. But now in the face of this situation, this sentence automatically popped up in her mind.

The person on the other side was choked by her for a while and didn't come back to his senses. "Oh, it's sharp!" Monica didn't know if she was complimenting her or mocking her. "Let's find a time to meet." She clearly doesn't see herself as an outsider.

"Not available." Lin Qingqing threw out an insincere reason for refusal.

She didn't want to meet that woman, did she want to face such a beautiful woman YY how much her husband and her loved each other? I'm sorry, she's not the Virgin Mary, and she can't be tolerant.

Hearing her refuse, Monica on the other side seemed interested. "I didn't expect you to have such a personality." There was a bit of sincerity in what she said. "Let's meet, you'll be interested in our topic." Finally, she mentioned it again.

It was as if someone was gently scratching Lin Qingqing's heart with a dog's tail grass, her heart was itchy, and all her reason just now was fed to the dog. "Where? When? There was still a hint of impatience in her tone.

"I knew you would say yes." There was a lot of confidence in Monica's tone. She had expected that this woman was no less curious about herself than she was about her.

received a text message from Monica, and Lin Qingqing couldn't help but have black lines on his head. The ex-girlfriend's rank is really high, and the appointment location is set under the office building of Ou's company, but at the end of the text message, he remarked not to let Ou Yuanlan know.

Lin Qingqing really didn't understand what was the meaning of this kind of thing that wanted to cover up. She sighed, then tossed her phone into her bag.

"Madam, are you going to the hospital or to the company?" It wasn't until she finished the call that the driver asked.

After hesitating for a while, Lin Qingqing gently spit out a few words. "Go to the police." She has a relative.

When some people leave, the whole city sends each other, ten miles long streets, and thousands of empty alleys. When some people leave, no one knows anything but the stars that fall from the sky.

Thinking of Liu Xiaoli, Lin Qingqing didn't feel a little sad. They are all people who are owed by fate, but she is luckier.

The morgue isn't as horribly cold as most movies portray, it just looks horrible. But when he thought that the white cloth was covered with a living person like himself, Lin Qingqing had nothing to fear.

"Mrs. Ou, this is it." A short and fat policeman on duty gently lifted the white cloth that was covered, turned his head and said to Lin Qingqing.

It seemed that she had probably prepared everything a long time ago, Lin Qingqing's eyes fell on the still delicate face, and sighed silently in her heart.

The eyebrows and eyes of the person lying there were the same, but their faces were completely colorless, and they were as pale as a piece of rice paper, as if they would crumble into confetti with a little force.

"Is it worth it?" She asked softly, tears streaming down her face. She has been in this world, and there must always be someone who remembers her, and there must be someone who sheds some sad tears for her.