The pink engagement invitation, beautifully made, coincides with her fantasy invitation, but the position next to the man is not her name.

The following text is: Zimo, is it good-looking? He agreed to marry me, I don't know how to describe my current feelings, but I am so happy at the thought of him for the rest of my life. Do you have time that day? I would like to invite you to our engagement ceremony and witness our happiness.

If the man wasn't him, she would have personally come to send blessings anyway, but unfortunately, it was him.

She has tried very hard to forget that relationship, but in the end she overestimated herself.

Like now, all the behaviors she showed were telling her that she couldn't let go.

She hated who she was now.

Yu Wanran appeared in Muyang's world ten years ago, and waited for ten years to blossom and bear fruit, and where was she ten years ago, what right did she have to be jealous.

But what Yang Zimo didn't know was that when she was six years old, she appeared in Su Muyang's world, gave a candy, and brought in a beam of light.

-Pretty. It would be better if it was replaced with Chinese red. Zi Mo replied.

He likes traditional and classical Chinese red.

Yu Wanran: Really? He said let me choose, and I chose my favorite color, but when you say this, it seems that red is more suitable, festive and lively.

Yu Wanran: Can you come?

Yang Zimo: I went abroad to study that day, so I probably couldn't be there.

Yu Wanran posted a depressed emoji, can't you really come? You're the only friend I've ever made, and I'd like to introduce you to you.

Yang Zimo: There is a chance next time.

She knew there would be no chance, no more meeting, no more acquaintance.

At the end of the topic, Zi Mo said: Wanran, grasp happiness.

There is another sentence that has not been spoken: Wanran, love him well for me. I wish you all happiness.

Yu Wanran sat in front of the dresser, without any expression, she finally waited for this day, but looking at herself in the mirror was even more ugly than crying, as if the happiness of chatting just now did not exist.

I'm sorry Zimo, I love him very much.

Zi Mo leaned on the head of the bed, locked the screen, the mobile phone slipped from her hand and fell into the futon, only a night light on the bedside table was on, she didn't know where she was looking, in fact, she couldn't see anywhere, so the picture was still for a long, long time.

When Yang Zimo got out of her memories, she found her lying on the hospital bed, on a drip, and she could vaguely hear the sound of two men talking outside the ward, one was a familiar voice, she remembered, it was her mother's attending doctor, Dr. Wang, no wonder it felt familiar. Another simple sound of um, and she could tell who it was.

She thought back to the last scene, and she fainted in pain.

Did he send her here?

The conversation outside came to an abrupt end, and most of what she heard was the doctor's voice, as if he was telling something, and he simply responded.

Then the door was opened, and the moment he heard the door, Yang Zimo subconsciously closed his eyes, as if he could avoid something in this way.

The man's footsteps gradually approached, and Yang Zimo's heart gradually rose to her throat, she didn't know what she was afraid of, but she did it anyway.

She should be brave enough to confront this man, and she should be grateful to this man for bringing her over, but this man's kindness can only go so far.

This room can only accommodate one person, and either the man who is close at hand will leave, or she will leave.

However, she did not become that powerful person.

She lay quietly on the bed, her nerves tense, like a rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.