?? His dark eyes were deep, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he stared deeply at her face without a trace of blood, and in the depths of his pupils, complex emotions were reflected.

His majestic body turned, and he stepped to the balcony.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it gently.

Take a deep breath.

The white smoke faintly permeated his face, blurring the expression on his face.

An hour ago, he was still in disgust for her betrayal, almost unable to control himself, pushing her into hell.

But now, looking at her lying on the hospital bed, pale and collapsed, he felt distressed.

An Chenxu has a saying that is right.

Over the years, he has never gotten what he wanted.

obviously hated, but involuntarily imprisoned her beside him because of the unwillingness in his heart.

But it wasn't until today that he realized that watching her in pain didn't make him feel better.

She took away his lover's abilities, and he made her miss the last of her mother's faces, and between them, there was a tie.

The cigarette butt burned his fingers, and he twisted it on the handrail of the balcony with his backhand, and his deep black eyes stared at the people in the room fixedly, as if he wanted to see enough at once.

After a long time, he narrowed his eyes and walked away.

Xia Changyue's mother's funeral was arranged by Yan Chengchi throughout the whole process, concise, low-key, but solemn.

The relatives and friends of the Xia family had already avoided them like snakes and scorpions when their family went bankrupt, and now they don't need to be notified.

The small memorial service was just left for Xia Changyue to say goodbye to his mother.

His pain, her struggles, and her guilt were all in his eyes.

She cried, and he stayed with him silently.

All night, she sobbed lowly, and finally cried in his arms, and kept asking him why, why God was so cruel, and didn't even give her a chance to repay her parents.

He became more and more silent.

In the end, he just opened his lips lightly, "What you should worry about now is how to take care of your father, he is not dead yet." ”

An almost cold comfort.

Xia Changyue just looked at him blankly, looking at each other, and no one spoke.

The next second, she fainted in his arms.

Yan Chengchi held her hand, tightened it silently, stared at her pale cheeks, and slowly swept his long fingers across her eyebrows, depicting her appearance, as if he wanted to carve it into his heart.

The thin lips opened slightly, "I will give you the freedom you want." ”

Xia Changyue woke up.

Looking at the familiar room furnishings, for a second, the brain was empty.

As soon as I was about to get up, I caught a glimpse of someone beside me who had been rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

She was nervous, and quickly sat up, and found that it was the housekeeper and a few servants, and was slightly stunned.

"Miss Xia, you're awake, these are your luggage, I've already asked people to pack them." The butler stood respectfully in front of her and said softly.

"Why should I pack my luggage?" Xia Changyue's eyes were slightly dumbfounded, and he couldn't come back to his senses.

"This is what Chi Shao means, Chi Shao will let you move out of the villa within today." The housekeeper said, and someone had already moved her luggage out of the room.

"Miss Xia, since you've woken up, please."

Xia Changyue: ""

Xia Changyue was packed and sent out of the villa like this.

Just as when she came, when she arrived, there was only one box.

The only difference is that she doesn't even have a dilapidated apartment to settle in.

Dragging the box, standing on the street, watching the traffic, and finally flipped out his mobile phone, just about to call Yan Ling, a car drove in front of her and stopped.