Leaving behind his official duties to chase after him like this is not like an old man in his thirties who has experienced countless experiences.

It's just a hairy boy.

But he came anyway.

He's been following her these days, but she's just not aware of it.

When she bought a beautiful multicolored dress, he was watching her from the side of the street opposite.

When she learned to bargain with other tourists, he often couldn't help but laugh.

She walked alone, and he followed.

When she laughed, he was sad.

He was even more upset when she was in a daze.

She drank a little wine tonight, and he knew how much she was drinking, so he didn't feel at ease, so he got closer, but she found out.

The sirens were still screaming.

His face grew clearer in the dim light cast by the dense foliage.

"Xing'er."

He spoke, and a deep male voice blew through the night breeze in her ears, and she saw his appearance clearly, and also saw the softness of his eyes.

Si Xing's whole person was stunned, her eyes were hot, as if she was about to burst into tears, but with a subconscious movement, she turned around and ran forward quickly.

"Star ......"

Qin Jiuchuan's voice was lowered, the tears in Si Xing's eyes fell densely, her vision blurred, the long skirt stumbled over her feet, she staggered, and fell heavily to the ground.

Bleeding, her knees hurt heart-wrenching, she crawled a few times, she couldn't get up, the suppressed cry couldn't hold back, and the broken ones overflowed from between her miserable white lips.

Qin Jiuchuan bent down, and with strong hands, he picked up his beloved girl and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Si Xing's whole body was trembling, but she was trembling, and she was still desperately pushing him.

"Qin Jiuchuan, you let go of me......"

Si Xing's tears rippled down, and the hot tears were suddenly cold, but they burned a huge scar on his heart.

He refused to let go, hugged tightly, pressed his face down, and pressed it against her cold hair, his voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded softly above her head: "Xing'er, I won't let go, don't let me let go, okay?" ”

"Qin Jiuchuan ......"

Si Xing's eyes widened hollowly in his arms, her voice was pale, but firm: "But I'm already married." ”

Qin Jiuchuan's arm holding her seemed to stiffen little by little, Si Xing broke away from his embrace, stood on the ground with the pain, she looked up and smiled at him: "Ninth Master......"

Qin Jiuchuan seemed to be crazy, and suddenly leaned over to wrap his arms around her thin body, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

She struggled, beat him, cried, bit him, desperately resisted, but he was unmoved, just kissed deeper and deeper.

He pressed her against the trunk of the tree, grabbed her two thin wrists, and kissed her so deeply that she couldn't breathe, and countless times, she thought she was going to die......

After marriage, Miyazawa also kissed her like this, but Miyazawa's skin was cold, his kiss was also cold, and even his fingers, when brushing her cheeks, did not have any temperature.

Later, he gradually stopped touching her, and then they began to sleep in separate rooms.

Sometimes he is in a good mood and will laugh and chat with her softly.

But more often than not, he seems to be living in a gloomy swamp, he boils himself to death little by little, and drags others into it, leaving no way to live.

It's not that she didn't want to end such a life.

Even this time, after her mother-in-law humiliated her so unscrupulously, the first thought in her mind was to divorce Miyazawa.

But in the past month, she has gradually calmed down.

She can naturally divorce Miyazawa, this year, is there anything that money can't settle?

After marriage, when she and Miyazawa had several disputes about the Cold War, she also mentioned it sideways.

At that time, maybe when Miyazawa was angry, but as soon as she showed her meaning, he said excitedly that if he lost Si Xing, he would kill himself immediately.

Just like before they got married, he wanted to commit suicide again and again, and in the end, it was she who said that she would marry him, and he gave up his thoughts of suicide.

Si Xing can also ignore whether he commits suicide or not, and she can continue to live her life freely.

It's just that with two lives on her back, how can she selfishly treat all this as if it never happened?

"Si Xing, you're not happy, are you?"

Qin Jiuchuan held her face, slightly calloused fingers, rubbing the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, the faint wet marks, and the cold stabbed his heart.

The street lamps of the small city were not very bright, and those sparse lights sifted down from between the branches and leaves above her head, and her big and delicate little face was in the palm of his hand, and he wanted to take her away regardless of it, so as not to let her have red eyes again.

"Happy or unhappy, it all depends on your own heart, I grew up in a honey pot since I was a child, my parents and brothers have spoiled me, I have not been wronged, I have not suffered hardship, naturally, I have not done anything hurtful, but maybe, it is too good to be protected, so sometimes I also think, if I am a selfish person, regardless of his bad conscience, maybe, I will live a different life......

Si Xing raised his hand, his long eyelashes drooped, covering his dazzling eyes: "Ninth Master, you are not too young...... There are so many good girls in this world, find a gentle ...... who can take care of people"

"Gentle, taking care of people...... But it's not what I like......"

Qin Jiuchuan smiled self-deprecatingly, his fingers slid over Si Xing's tender cheeks, hanging her messy sideburns blown by the night breeze behind her ears, "Xing'er, no matter what time it is, you remember in your heart that even if you reach a desperate situation and have no way out, here with me, you will always have a way out." ”

After he finished speaking, he hugged her gently and imprinted a kiss on her eyebrows: "Take good care of yourself, protect yourself." ”

"Qin Jiuchuan ......"

Si Xing muttered softly in a daze, she watched his tall but steep figure disappear into the dark blue night.

The faint residual warmth left behind after he hugged her was suddenly blown away by the wind.

In the middle of summer, Si Xing felt cold to the bone, she slowly raised her arm and hugged herself tightly.

The moonlit and starry night, the empty streets, the empty whole world.

She was finally just herself.

With this deeper and heavier long night, I walked alone and lonely.

She couldn't turn back, and she couldn't turn back.

On that day three years ago, if she hadn't come to the imperial capital with him, she wouldn't have met Miyazawa.

If she hadn't met Miyazawa, maybe she would have discovered her true heart a little later, but she wouldn't have gone wrong, and he would never have had a result.