The wind blows slowly, bringing bursts of floral fragrance.

Quan Mo sat at the desk, holding an MP3 in his hand, inserted the memory card, listened to it once, then pulled out another one, and continued to listen......

He kept repeating the action of inserting and pulling cards.

An Ge's voice kept coming from MP3, happy or coquettish, all talking to him-

"The flowers I planted for you look good, right? This flower is not Puya, it is not so difficult to bloom. ”

"I'm injured again, the gauze is going to be used up, stupid Quanmo, can you get a little less injured?"

"Well, as you said, you can't drink more than one bottle of yogurt a day."

"I heard a joke today about a man who was walking in the desert and was dying of hunger, and he picked up a magic lamp, and the magic lamp said what do you want, say hurry, I'm in a hurry. Then the man said that I wanted a wife, and the magic lamp conjured up a beautiful woman and left, and he was very disgusted that this person was going to starve to death and was worried about women. As a result, the man slowly said the word 'bread' again. Haha, isn't it funny? ”

“……”

Every word, it's all the sound of Ange.

She recorded so many sounds right under his nose, and he didn't even notice it.

When was it recorded?

To be able to record so much is to be prepared in advance, only before setting fire.

There is only one answer.

What was she trying to do, to set fire to herself, and then leave him a last word? Did he think that all he had to do was hear her voice?

Kwon Mo's hand clenched the MP3, staring coldly at the maids who kept coming forward to deliver memory cards.

There are more and more memory cards on the desk.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Quan Mo rushed into the villa, went up to the 4th floor, rushed into the bedroom, and took off the huge wedding photos by himself and turned them to the opposite side.

took out the Swiss Army knife, and Quan Mo directly slashed twice on the reverse side of the wedding photo.

With a few flicks of the slender fingers, a memory card fell from inside......

There really is.

Quan Mo's gaze froze, put the wedding photos aside, leaned over and picked up the memory card and inserted it into the MP3, and pressed play.

Minutes and seconds passed.

After a long blank period, the sound of Ange sounded in the MP3 -

"Hey, Kwonmo."

Then, there was a long blank space.

Quan Mo held the MP3, didn't fast forward, just waited, his face was not good-looking, and he was extremely defeated.

After a long time, An Ge's voice sounded again, gently, unlike the intentional joy of those recordings just now, the voice here was very low and depressing-

"By the time you heard this recording, I must have left this world."

She said.

Quan Mo could imagine her standing alone in the recording studio talking to herself.

She really wanted to record the voice before she died, so that she could leave it to him, and this was the real last word.

"I refused to see a psychiatrist, not because of my seniors, but because I remembered everything. In the United States, the night Xi Nanxing came to me, I remembered it all, I hated you for a moment. ”

An Ge's voice slowly flowed out of the MP3 like a stream, "You have been deceiving me, you hurt me ten years ago, I wronged my seniors, I miscarried, and my family was ruined...... It's all because you touched me ten years ago. ”

“……”

Quan Mo listened silently, his slender fingers clenched.

"My family has been ruined from that moment on, I hate you, I hate your father. I wanted to question you, why you kept hiding from me, why you never stood up responsibly in ten years, why your family was in pain and despair, what were you doing when I was lying on the operating table? Do you enjoy the wealth and glory of your young master of the Quan family? Why do I never see a trace of guilt in your eyes? ”