"The day I was persecuted by my family and died, it was you who saved me and brought me back again," Wen Yihuan's voice was gentle and indifferent, as if telling someone else's story: "My father killed my own mother, my stepmother beat me and scolded me every day, my half-sister kidnapped me and killed me that day because I robbed her lover, it was the light you created that changed my life and allowed me to continue to live in this way."

Su Jiuge finally understood.

The world created by mistake allowed this innocent and poor woman to survive.

Su Jiuge stretched out her hand and wanted to hold the hand of the girl in front of her, but she couldn't touch anything, she twisted her eyebrows: "You're dead."

Wen Yihuan shook his head lightly: "Not dead, but no longer alive."

"Is it a ghost?" Su Jiuge asked rhetorically.

Wen Yihuan shook his head again: "No, do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

The world is full of wonders, weak as dust, as big as a mountain touched by a common worker, and if you haven't met it, it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist.

Su Jiuge didn't hesitate too much, and replied, "I don't know, whether there exists or not is not a question I should consider."

"I am only a shadow, a shadow that appears for you, and I depend on you to live." Wen Yihuan explained lightly: "Jiuge, you are everything I have."

Su Jiuge subconsciously pursed his lips, a little unclear about the situation, and glanced at everything in the venue, everyone was happy on the surface, but the face under the cover was particularly hateful.

"Who is that woman who sniped Rong Xun?" Su Jiuge abandoned distracting thoughts and asked again.

Wen Yihuan shook his head: "Perhaps, it's the people around me, Jiuge, but it won't be me."

Su Jiuge looked at Wen Yihuan fixedly, and it took a long time to arrive: "I can't touch you, you stand in front of me, it's just a shadow that I can pass through at any time, I can't help you."

Wen Yihuan smiled, as delicate as a spring flower in March, walked over gently, and hugged Su Jiuge directly.

Su Jiuge was stunned, he didn't expect it to be like this.

"No one can touch me, but I can decide who can touch me, Jiuge, you can help me." Wen Yihuan pleaded.

"How can I help?" Su Jiuge asked.

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Su Jiuge inserted his long fingers into his hair, gently combed his hair, smiled gently, and walked into the center of the venue.

How beautiful she is, so beautiful that standing in the crowd is a time bomb that cannot be ignored.

"Wen Yihuan, you didn't even die?!" An imposing tone with a hint of panic sounded in Su Jiuge's ears, the woman was wearing a long red dress and heavy makeup.

It's Wen Qiao, the scum sister who killed Wen Yihuan.

The corners of Su Jiuge's lips pulled up a malicious smile, revenge, she likes it the most.

As an exchange of interests, she used Wen Yihuan's identity to avenge her.

"My sister is not dead, how dare I die." Su Jiuge smiled sassily, and his eyebrows and eyes were cold.

Wen Qiao walked over, put away all the horror, and mocked her in a sharp tone: "Wen Yihuan, I didn't expect you to climb up to Chief Rong."

"It's not as good as my sister, I can't climb up to Song Shao's bed if I strip naked." Su Jiuge imitated Wen Yihuan's personality and said in a light tone, his tone was flat, but he was sharp and-for-tat.

Wen Qiao loved Wen Yihuan's fiancé so much that he even tried to climb into his bed in order to marry him.

Wen Qiao's face changed dramatically in anger, and he raised his hand and slapped it towards Su Jiuge's face.

Su Jiuge easily intercepted her hand in the air, threw it out unceremoniously, and said coldly: "Wen Qiao, pay attention to your image, I still want you to be embarrassed."