The last news he posted was still from when he hadn't regained his memory. It's been months and he hasn't posted another one.

He Xiyan sighed deeply, and suddenly felt very lost, as if he had lost something very important.

She lay on the bed, her hands gripping the quilt hard.

And then an idea flashed through her mind.

She wanted to send him a message asking him what he was doing and how he was doing.

However, He Xiyan only thought about it for a while, but did not put it into action.

Because she knew that they had broken up, and she was determined to break up herself.

Divided, she shouldn't bother him anymore.

This night, He Xiyan fell asleep very late, and in her sleep, she dreamed that she had returned to Mangshan Village, back to the earthen house where she and Jiahang had lived.

The earthen house in her dream was much better than when she lived there, it seemed to be decorated, with beautiful wall paint, the room was covered with rustic wallpaper, and there was even a wooden floor on the floor.

He Xiyan took off her shoes and walked into this vaguely familiar room, she walked around the room and saw a lot of things she was familiar with, the familiar big wooden bed, the familiar red quilt, the familiar big wardrobe, and the familiar dresser, and then she didn't see anyone, didn't see Jiahang, and even saw one of Jiahang's things.

"Jiahang ......" Suddenly, He Xiyan shouted.

However, the only thing that echoed in the room was her shouting.

No one responded to her.

He Xiyan opened his eyes suddenly.

And then she realized that she was just dreaming.

He Xiyan smiled bitterly, saying that she thought about it day and night, thinking that she really missed the three years she had, and she also missed the man who accompanied her for three years.

The man who used to be stupid and had only her life force.

However, time does not return, and these years can only become beautiful memories in her life.

(Jia Hang, I hope you can have a better life than me.) ）

He Xiyan stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes. It was just a dream, and she actually cried.

She got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and found a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her face.

She took a deep breath and tried to adjust her emotions.

She shouldn't have been, she just didn't hold back.

When she lay back in bed again, He Xiyan couldn't sleep all night, and her eyes were open until dawn.

And the man who also stayed up all night was the man who watched her every move through the surveillance.

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Ye Hao leaned on the sofa, holding an unfinished cigarette in his hand, he had already smoked more than a dozen, and the room was full of the smell of tobacco.

In front of him was a mobile phone, and the screen of the mobile phone was clearly displayed with the monitoring screen. And he also watched his ex-wife suddenly wake up after falling asleep, and then wept bitterly.

She must have stayed up all night because the light in her room had not been turned off.

He picked up his phone several times and tried to dial it, but several times he picked it up and put it down. Because he knew, she wouldn't answer his own calls, and even he knew that his number was on her blacklist. He couldn't dial it in.

(Yan Yan, wait until I finish dealing with the affairs of the family......)

Ye Hao said to himself. After saying that, he lit another cigarette and began to swallow the clouds and smoke.

He didn't smoke much before, but in recent years he's become a smoker.