So not long after, Huo Yan was hit by a car and died in a remote suburb, and the case ended because of his death.

He went for plastic surgery, and the moment he removed the gauze on his face, the face in the mirror that even felt unfamiliar to him meant a new life.

Since then, there has been no Huo Yan in the world, only Fu Shen.

He was already a person who grew up in the dark sludge, and all the past that belonged to Huo Yan was buried.

The only thing that couldn't be completely parted with was the bright smiling face of the girl who remembered it in a trance at midnight.

Strangely unforgettable.

Obviously, I have only met a few times, but I have firmly rooted in my heart.

I was in such a hurry that I didn't even have time to say goodbye, and I probably won't see you again.

Huo Yan died in that muddy and rainy night, but Fu Shen lived in this world in the most high-profile way, becoming the focus of attention and love.

What does it take to get those in power punished?

Money, power, status, opportunity.

Fu Jian took him into the circle, his face, figure, acting skills, and voice ...... Even a cold look will make countless people crazy.

So these things, he had them very quickly.

And the people who walked into the room back then were all paying the price for their actions that night.

The meaning of Fu Shen's life seems to be only revenge.

Whether it was the countless obsessions he received during the day, or the loneliness of being alone at night, he felt more and more numb.

No one will know that he has the most perfect and glamorous appearance, but his heart has long been riddled with holes.

Until that night, the moment he opened the elevator door, he was greeted with a face that he had never forgotten in his memory.

- It's her.

Obviously there was no trace of Huo Yan on his face, and knowing that it was impossible for her to recognize him, his heart still trembled at that moment.

I'm afraid that she will recognize herself, and I'm afraid that she really won't recognize herself, and I've completely forgotten him.

He maintained his usual indifference and detachment, and the moment he passed by, she suddenly grabbed his wrist, trembling slightly but speaking firmly.

"It's you, right?"

The assistant regarded her as a fan and impatiently replied for him that he was Fu Shen. But he knew that the person she asked was not Fu Shen, but Huo Yan, who had died.

"I've been looking for you for five years."

"I knew you were still alive."

"What did you go through to get to where you are?"

She said that she had been looking for him for the past five years, that she knew about his death but did not believe it, and that she had not forgotten him.

But what can be done?

He watched the first episode of the exchange life repeatedly on many nights, and has been paying attention to the dynamics of Cheng's Group, watching Cheng's market value continue to rise in recent years.

So he knew that she was a rich lady from a privileged family. She is beautiful, bright, confident and cheerful, and will be liked and noticed wherever she goes.

He even went to S University once and saw her from afar once.

He saw the man in the suit and leather shoes standing by the car waiting for her to get out of class, saw her jumping into his arms with a happy face, and saw the eyes of the man holding her full of doting and love.

Is this what she once said, the man who resembles him?

She is a sunflower that is growing brightly, with a pampered father and beloved lovers, so many classmates and friends who like her, and her future has infinite possibilities.

But he has nothing but a shell that even feels strange to himself and hatred that goes deep into his bone marrow.

So, when he saw her standing in front of him with hot eyes, he expected himself to give an affirmative answer.

He still subconsciously ran away like he did five years ago.

"I'm sorry, I think you recognized the wrong person."

If the sunflower grows in the dark abyss, it will lose nutrients and slowly wither. He never thought of pulling her to his side, expecting her to be his salvation.

He was already muddy, and she should always be bright.

So, just pass by.

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