When I got home cold, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

The entire second floor was extremely silent except for the small sound of shoes rubbing against the surface of the carpet, and when he crossed Xia Xingchen's room, Leng Yan paused.

With a click, the door opened, and Leng Yan withdrew his hand from the doorknob, and turned on the wall lamp, which faintly drew the outline of the bed in a faint warm yellow light.

The night was still dark, the faint moonlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, but there was a folded quilt on the empty big bed, and the whole bed was sunken when he lay down coldly and weakly.

He looked sideways at the right position, but there was only one pillow, he reached out majestically, tried to touch something, and when he touched a piece of air, he withdrew his hand, then turned over and sat up, and walked out of the open floor-to-ceiling window.

With a 'click', he lit a cigarette, the faint light of the fire reflected his face in the night, and his cold and beautiful thin lips slowly exhaled a faint smoke ring, and the smoke spread around him.

The flame of the cigarette became weaker and weaker, and he reached out to extinguish it on the railing of the balcony, and the moment he withdrew his hand, the flower pot on the balcony was also swept to the ground by his wrong hand.

The flower pots were shattered, and the withered peach blossom branches lay on the sand, and the glass beads scattered with the crisp sound of jumping down.

His cold amber eyes gleamed with disbelief, and he leaned over to pick up a glass bead, but his hand trembled slightly.

"Brother, where's my gift? You promised me a birthday present. ”

"Here's it."

"Why just a bottle of glass beads! I have this too. ”

"This glass bead is different, this is what my brother gave me to play with my own children in the future, but I just borrowed you to play first. You're going to have to give it back to my kids later. ”

"Then why did my brother give it to me?"

"Stupid!"

Leng Yan clenched the glass bead, glanced at the withered peach blossom branch, strode to Xia Xingchen's room and rummaged through the cabinets, and after finding what he wanted, he walked out quickly.

Mo Han hadn't left on the first floor yet, seeing Leng Yan hurriedly walking down, he immediately stopped him, "Young Master, what are you going to do?" ”

looked back at him coldly, "Mo Han, don't follow me." With that, he got up and walked out, and the black Lamborghini quickly rushed out of the gate and sped towards the road below.

The morning light slowly tore open the dark curtain of the night, the sky gradually turned white, reflecting a large sky full of stars on the empty earth, the simple little white flowers were dotted with light green branches, and in the middle of the starry sky, there was a white cross.

Standing coldly beside the cross, the sorrow in his eyes could no longer be hidden,

Back then, just because of the two words he signed, the child could only be buried here forever, and the child who was more than a month old only turned into a pool of blood, and when the starry seeds were sprinkled on this land, the child was also sprinkled on this land.

Facing the cool morning breeze, Leng Yan's legs were limp and knelt beside the cross, Weiwei took out a bottle of glass beads and placed it in front of the white cross, and the series of English engraved on the cross seemed to be carved into his heart, bringing him bloody suffocation.

Holding the bottle of glass beads with one hand coldly, the other grabbed the position of the heart, the bottle of glass beads seemed to be taken out one by one and stuffed into his chest, making him unable to breathe, the wind blew through the corners of his eyes, and it actually brought up the wetness in the corners of his eyes, "Xia Xingchen, you are really ruthless...... Even if you leave my side, you still won't make me feel better. ”

On the white cross, the engraved English sentence carries a flowing beauty, lonely and empty.

Theloveofmylife，thewholelifeoftheguilty。 (A lifetime of love, a lifetime of guilt.) ）