Yang Zihao:

"Dad, who is this 'woman'?" A teenage boy barged into the study, holding a small photograph of a 'woman' smiling beautifully and softly, like a fusion of Maria and Venus.

The man took the photo in the child's hand, looked at the person on the photo, was stunned, and replied, "That person...... I am the one I love the most. ”

Yang Zihao got up from the office chair, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the night outside the floor-to-ceiling window, only felt that his eyes hurt, he didn't have the courage to end his life to follow her, he could only let the pain and longing of the day/day/night/night remind himself that it was him, it was his own hands, and he lost the person he loved the most.

Is it a coincidence that he has a friend who is married to his sister, and their 'daughter' has exactly the same name as her? He didn't know, he just ...... What he knew was that he would never see that person again.

She has become the brightest star in the night sky.

The boy looked at the tall back and fell silent, although he was small, he didn't understand anything, his father meant that the person he loved the most was that person, not his mother, although he knew it since he was a child, but it was the first time that he was so bright in front of him, he should actually jump up and scold his father in protest, but he didn't, because although the back was tall, it was ...... It's already too fragile, so fragile that it looks like it will shatter at the touch of it.

Ye Haifei:

I had a nightmare, the man got up from the 'bed', sat on the balcony, lit a cigarette, looked at the night', the moon was very round, I don't know if the moon in the country is the same, it's been ten years since he left the country, and he didn't know what he had done, was he fighting with people all day long when he first came, and stabbed his stepfather twice? Or the hard work of recent years and the admission to Stanford University?

Thank him for his great mother! Instead of dying, his stepfather was admitted to the hospital and became a vegetative state, while his mother pleaded guilty and claimed that she had been injured in self-defense by domestic violence, and now his mother has been living in the hospital to take care of his stepfather. And he, without any charge or criminal record, was admitted to Stanford University.

Guilty? No...... He didn't feel a little guilty, the Buddha said that there is a cause and an effect, if it weren't for his stepfather 'whipping' his mother with a leather whip, he wouldn't have rushed into the kitchen and cut his stepfather with a kitchen knife, of course...... His mother can be regarded as having obtained her due fruit, giving birth to a child but not raising it, if such a mother dies, she will also go to the eight layers of hell in the Abi Hell, which can be regarded as a serious sin.

And what about him?

His fruit hadn't come at the moment, but he felt ...... In this world, it is always night, dark and dark.

Once, that laugh, that person, carved a deep imprint in the bottom of his heart, and before she was hurt, he never regretted doing something like that to her, perhaps...... It was the only intimate encounter in their lives.

Ten years later, his face, her smile, everything about her, he had almost forgotten it, only remembered ...... He had done that to her. If there really are eighteen layers of hell in this world, then he should be the long-term resident of the eighteen layers of hell after death, right? No one...... can be more sinful than he is.

He just hopes that that person can be healthy, happy, and happy, and that her children and daughters can also be healthy, happy, and happy. This is the biggest wish in his life.

The 'woman' sleeping on the 'bed' turned over, woke up in a daze, looked at the shadowy figure on the balcony, and muttered, "Huff, why did you go to the balcony to smoke again?" Didn't you say quit? ”

Ye Haifei snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, glanced at the still perfect moon, walked into the room, put on his clothes, took out his wallet from his clothes, 'pumped' out a stack of money, and threw it on the 'bed', "You won't have to go to work tomorrow." After speaking, regardless of the panicked retention of the 'woman', he walked out of the small apartment.

Look at it! He's such a person, such a ruthless person, so ...... The Eighteen Floors of Hell are a must, right? In this world, there are many wishes and many unsatisfactory. He looked up at the full moon again, and under the street lamp, the light was no less 'beautiful'.

May you be happy and healthy.

Digression: This chapter is written for readers who are always thinking about Yang Zihao and Ye Haifei. It's over.,It's really over this time! Take a bow and thanks for watching! ^_^