"Ma'am? Lady! ”

The driver in front of her called her a few more times, and Shi Miao came back to her senses.

"Are you alright? Your face is ugly. ”

As the driver spoke, his brows furrowed, and he looked at the cameras around him again, for fear that this woman would fall directly on him and blackmail herself.

Shi Miao didn't answer his words, only mechanically paid and got out of the car.

As if she was trying to avoid something, as soon as she closed the car door, the driver stepped on the accelerator and quickly disappeared in front of Shi Miao's eyes.

didn't even give Shi Miao a chance to turn back.

She stood there for a moment, then lifted her feet and walked forward slowly.

- This street, she is familiar with.

As soon as I stepped on it, those memories came flooding back.

She continued to walk a few steps forward, and several large words were clearly visible in front of her - Qiaojiang Apartment.

Shi Miao looked at the bus stop not far away.

At that moment, she seemed to see a familiar figure.

- Walking into the crowd with a cello on his back and his head down, waiting quietly in front of the bus stop.

Then, as if noticing his gaze, "the man" looked over to her.

The eyes of the two met, Shi Miao's body couldn't help but shake, and then took two steps back!

She saw that the man had a face that was exactly like herself.

Is that...... Once upon a time.

Her hands are not crippled, and she is bent on going abroad to realize her dreams.

She was also hidden by him in this apartment, and she couldn't see the light.

And then?

Afterward...... His mother found out about their relationship and took her to the house, where her hand was broken alive.

Then, when he got married, she played for them on stage with her hand, which had finally healed.

Later, Yu Ci had an accident, she knelt down for him in front of everyone and begged him to save Yu Ci's life, but ...... It didn't work.

She was so incompetent, incompetent to the end, that she couldn't even protect her own children.

It was on this street that she lost the last thing she had.

Shi Miao sat down on the ground, her hands tightly covering her head.

That's her past.

their past.

Sour, painful.

Then, the voice of the man in the dream rang out again.

- She shouldn't love Rong Ji.

He may be...... That's right.

How could she love him?

But soon, Shi Miao remembered another picture.

In country m, on the verge of death again and again, he clutched his hand tightly.

And that year, Mu Nian's people blocked the entrance of her university.

In the midst of panic and despair, it was he who appeared and stopped the men.

Her fluttering life was the one who gave her a port of rest.

And in the trembling under her fence, it was he who reached out and gave her a piece of chocolate.

People who have tasted too much bitterness only need that little bit of sweetness to go to the soup.

In the distance, the sun broke through the clouds, and the people around her began to increase, and when they passed her, they couldn't help but focus on her for a second or two.

But it quickly turned away.

In this busy city, people don't have that much time to care about a stranger's emotions and sadness.

Until the figure suddenly flickered, and fell straight down in everyone's sight.

……

When Yang Ning pushed open the office door, the first thing he smelled was the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes.

He paused, but he didn't care so much, and went directly to knock on the door of the rest room.

"Mr. Rong, are you there?"

"Something happened to my wife!"