Xu Manjun turned her face to look at Zhaohai again, her eyes were so gentle, as if she wanted to give all the love in her heart to this man. A bleak smile swept across her face, and she didn't say anything as if she wanted to, but her face immediately regained its calm.

"I never really wanted to hurt you and your family, believe it or not, that's what I mean. If it weren't for your contempt for my feelings, how could I be so cruel to you. When I knelt down and begged you to stay, you were not moved at all, and completely denied the feelings between us. Zhaohai, I've figured it out over the years, even if you don't have love for me, as long as you are willing to be by my side and accompany me, I will not hesitate to pay any price. Li Zhaohai looked at this crazy woman in disbelief, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom.

"Don't worry, Zhaoshen has arranged him in a very safe place, as long as you promise to go to Shanghai with me, I will take you to meet him, and I will do my best to ensure the safety of your family!"

Zhao Hai lowered his head as if in deep thought, and he silently did not say a word. Time passed by bit by bit, the sun was already in the west, in this dreary room, the clock on the wall was ticking, the light in the room gradually dimmed, the breeze through the window gently floated on the handsome silhouette of Zhaohai, Man Yun watched quietly and couldn't help but be stupid.

There was silence in the room, Man Yun came back to her senses, she slowly walked to the wooden cabinet standing on the east wall, opened the cabinet door and there were many famous wines lined up, she took out a bottle of wine, two wine glasses, and walked to Zhaohai's side.

Man Yun carefully filled the two wine glasses, the crystal liquid filled each other's surroundings with the fragrant smell of wine, Zhaohai didn't say a word, walked to the window and looked at the gradually thinning pedestrians on the street. After a while, as if he had made up his mind, he turned around and picked up the wine glass on the table, tilted his head and "grunted" for a drink, and then tilted his head back to dry the other glass. Two glasses of wine poured into his stomach in a hurry, and the strength of the wine immediately came to his head.

It had been dark for a long time, and the early autumn breeze had penetrated into the room through the half-open window lattice, blowing his feverish face. Zhao Hai felt a little chill in his blue-gray twill robe. Man Yun stood in front of the table, looking at him with burning eyes.

"As long as I am willing to go to Shanghai with you, can you guarantee that my family will return to their previous lives? Including Zhaoshen and those who are being held by you? ......" Manjun nodded at him.

"Good! I'll go with you! ”

"Really? Won't go back? Man Yun said half-incredulously.

Zhao Hai grabbed her and said, "With my current situation, do I have the capital to deceive you?" You're going to question me! Hurry up and bring Zhaoshen back! As long as he comes back safely and the garrison outside my house retreats, I will be at your mercy and return to Shanghai with you. ”

"Good! We're sure of it! A smug smile appeared on Xu Manyun's cold face.

This night, Zhao Hai lay by Yun Ting's side and stayed awake all night, he did not tell Yun Ting the truth of the matter, first, he was afraid that after Yun Ting learned the truth, it would bring danger to herself and her children, and first, he had already set up a belief in his heart, and would rather Yun Ting hate him to the bone, but he didn't want her to gamble her life to wait for him, because Zhao Hai himself didn't know how long this road was.

When the first rays of light in the morning penetrated the window lattice, Zhaohai put a letter on Yun Ting's pillow, he sat lightly on the edge of the bed, glanced at Yun Ting again, leaned down to kiss it, stopped for a moment, but turned away ruthlessly.

He gently closed the door and came to the nurse's door, he wanted to see his son, Juexin. When he raised his finger to knock on the door, his hand slowly lowered, he knew that no amount of reluctance could reverse the situation, and the pain in his heart could only be forcibly endured by himself.

Zhaohai stood in the misty courtyard in the early morning and looked around, wondering when he would be able to return here.