Zhao Qishan gasped, stared at the ceiling with blank eyes, and said nothing.

Murong Yan knew that she couldn't recover from her great grief all at once, so he stroked her slender back with one hand and comforted, "I will always be by your side, Shan'er......"

She was stunned for a moment, remembering the dream she had just had, and suddenly thinking of the scene that happened in her bedroom two years ago, and her originally ruddy face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Huo Di waved his arm away, sat up, bent down to put on his shoes, and got out of bed.

"Thank you for your help and care, it's time for me to go."

Murong Yan thought she was sad again, and immediately stood in front of her, "Where can you go?" You stay here obediently for now, and then move in when you find a place to live, okay? ”

Zhao Zhenshan's heart was tangled and complicated, and she couldn't say a word in the face of Murong Yan.

Three years ago, he didn't show up for the appointment as scheduled, and after he appeared, she began to feel a little sorry in her heart.

She actually felt that she had betrayed him.

At this moment, when she was in the most pain, it was him who appeared beside her again.

She raised her eyes to look at Murong Yan, "I don't like it here. ”

"Then let's change places again, as long as you want, we will change immediately!"

"It's not!" Zhao Qishan took two steps irritably, "I just don't like you, do you understand?" I don't want to see you! ”

A deep loneliness flashed in the man's eyes, and after a pause, he said sneeringly, "If you don't want to see me...... I'll leave immediately, you don't have anywhere to go now, just stay here for the time being, tell the servants what you want, and they will do it for you." ”

He walked to the door, remembered something, and continued, "The cup has been repaired, and the ashes of my uncle and aunt have been found, all in the next room, and I have already arranged the funeral, and I will come to pick you up in seven days." ”

Looking at the lonely tall back of the man, Zhao Qishan felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

The two fists hanging at his side were still wrapped in gauze......

But she didn't want to say anything, and she still couldn't accept the fact that her parents had left......

Murong Yan paused, as if he wanted to hear what she said.

However, Zhao Jishan still didn't say a word.

Murong Yan clenched his fists and left immediately.

After a while, Zhao Zhenshan finally came back to his senses.

She sat on the sofa in a daze, and glanced around the huge bedroom, but she became more and more uncomfortable.

She thought that if she couldn't see him, she would feel better......

Thinking that he said something was next door, he immediately walked out.

The cups are in good condition and have been cleaned, and if you don't look closely, they are no different from what they used to be.

The two jars next to them are the ashes of Professor Zhao and Zhao's mother.

Zhao Qishan hugged the two jars and cried hysterically.

Murong Yan stood quietly at the door, looking at the girl who was crying loudly inside, and his heart didn't hurt.

He wanted to accompany her and give her a warm embrace......

…………………………

It's been two days, and Murong Yandu really hasn't appeared again.

The death of his parents, coupled with his loneliness, made Zhao Jishan fall into a great panic.

Sometimes she was scared when she was alone during the day, let alone at night.

But as long as she fell asleep, she could sleep peacefully until dawn.

All night, it was as if someone was holding her.

But Zhao Jishan never thought that it would be Murong Yan.

On the evening of the third day—

She was about to make a phone call, but suddenly remembered that the phone didn't know where it went.