Three in the morning; Dot.

The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is very cool, especially in a place like Sanssouci Island, which is close to the river, and the night breeze is even more terrifyingly cold.

However, Ling Baolu did not feel cold.

She hurried down from the upper floors and opened; The door, wearing slippers, ran out.

In the garden, the moon is very round.

I don't know who said it, the moon of the fifteenth is sixteen round, and sure enough, tonight's moon is even rounder than last night's.

Ling Baolu looked up at the full moon with his head as bright as a jade plate, and his thoughts were still in the dream just now.

Just now, she dreamed of Qi Yu again, dreaming that he came to her chuang, with a dark face, clenched his fists and asked her, "Why did you let Xiang Fan come in, why didn't you resist, why did you still dance ballet with Yan Nuo...... Why do you want such a young son to see such an unbearable scene......"

Qi Yu's expression in the dream was too terrifying, as if he was going to eat her alive.

But in the face of such Qi Yu, Ling Baolu did not have the slightest fear, only guilt.

"I'm sorry...... Brother Qi Yu, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have danced ballet with Yan Nuo, I shouldn't have brought Xiang Fan to the study, it's all my fault......"

Ling Baolu remembered that she explained this to Qi Yu in her dream.

But Qi Yu didn't seem to listen to her, and directly pushed her the chuang, and immediately, his body was pressed down, so heavy, so heavy, so heavy that she was about to lose her breath.

"Brother Qi Yu, I didn't mean to, I ......" Ling Baolu blamed himself very much, he felt sorry for Qi Yu in his heart, and he didn't dare to resist, he just felt distressed, because his own affairs made him so angry.

But when she looked at the person who was pressing her, she didn't see Qi Yu's face, but saw Xiang Fan.

Ling Baolu was so frightened that she didn't know where she got the strength, so she pushed Xiang Fan away, and in the next second, she sat up from the chuang.

The clothes on his body were soaked with cold sweat, looking at the little Qi Yue beside him, the child didn't seem to sleep very well, and his little eyebrows were wrinkled.

Ling Baolu's thoughts were still in a dream, seeing his son's restless sleeping face, Ling Baolu was extremely guilty, unable to face such a sensible son, and finally just wanted to escape, hurriedly got off the chuang, and ran to the garden with his shoes off.

The moonlight was cold, sprinkled on her body, and Ling Baolu could still really feel Qi Yu's questioning in his dream at this moment, and he was angry.

Can you not get angry? In other words, the man can accept his wife like this.

Ling Baolu held herself with both hands, only feeling that she had no face to face Qi Yu, and she had no face to live anymore.

Anyway, Qi Yue is already so old, his father and mother are not very old, and his brother and sister-in-law will take care of him......

Ling Baolu suddenly felt relaxed.

Yes, she can rest assured that she will be able to hand over her son to his parents and brother.

They are her family and will not leave her children alone.

Thinking so, Ling Baolu suddenly pulled out his legs and ran towards the puppets, opened the iron door and ran out.

Three in the morning; The point of Sanssouci Island, the street lights are still on, the spacious and deep main road is extraordinarily quiet, if usually, walking on the road at this time, you will definitely feel scared, but now, Ling Baolu is not afraid at all.

At first, he was still running slowly, and in the end, Ling Baolu's speed became faster and faster, and before he knew it, he ran to the entrance of Gaoqiao, and Ling Baolu didn't think about it, so he rushed directly to Gaoqiao.

There are no cars in Gaoqiao in the early morning, the residents of the island have normal schedules and rests, everyone is sleeping at this time, standing by the fence of Gaoqiao, Ling Baolu only hears the sound of the whirring night wind and the sound of the water, as if it is Qi Yu's questioning.

"Brother Qi Yu, I am innocent, Brother Qi Yu, I am not sorry for you...... I didn't ......," Ling Baolu explained weakly, looking at the dark river in front of him, and finally mustered up the courage to climb the fence of the high bridge......

She would prove her innocence to Qi Yu, jump down, meet him, and let him know that she wasn't sorry for him.