Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Yan Zhou sat with her at Zou's house for a while, when something urgent happened in the company, he left first, leaving Zou Zhiyi alone here.

There was some noise in the living room, with people coming and going, Zou Zhiyi went upstairs to hide.

After passing by Zou Shu's study, she stopped walking, and she turned around and stepped into Zou Shu's study.

The furnishings in the study have not changed, it is still the same as she is familiar with, there is still a book on the table, it is open.

There was still a cup of tea next to it, but it was already freezing cold.

Everything is still in the same state as when the owner was there, as if someone will come back, sit in the study, continue to read this book, and replace the cold tea with new hot tea.

Feeling depressed without any warning, Zou Zhiyi's eyes suddenly became hot. Since she knew the news of Zou Shu's death until now, she really didn't feel anything.

It's just muddled, and I don't feel particularly uncomfortable. I really don't feel anything other than a low mood and no appetite to eat.

Because of this, she even wondered if she was too cold-blooded, or why her reaction would be so flat, and she could even fight wits and courage with Zou Zhongqing and their mother and daughter.

But now she knows.

No.

She is not too cold-blooded.

The reason why she was able to act like a normal person was not because she was cold-blooded, but because she hadn't really realized what it meant that Zou Shu had left.

She didn't see the last side of Zou Shu, and she didn't even attend his funeral. In her subconscious, she still had a little luck, deceiving herself that Zou Shu might still be alive.

until this moment.

When she saw the book that was still open and the tea that she hadn't finished drinking, it seemed that the owner of the study room might appear again at any time, but she knew very clearly that she would not, knowing that the owner of the study room It was only when it was impossible to go back again that I suddenly understood it completely.

Death not only means the demise of a life, but also means that everyone in this world has nothing to do with him, which means that he is completely disconnected from this world.

Everything about him is still there, unfinished work, unfinished books, unfinished quarrels, but everything stops abruptly everywhere.

His life is now over, and the love, hatred, and grievances he left behind are all unilaterally declared over.

It is impossible for this person to quarrel with her again, even if she does a great job, or even ruins his whole life's hard work, he will never appear in front of her and scold her.

He has completely disappeared, and there will be no trace of him in this world from now on. No matter whether she loves or hates her, no one will respond.

As if he had just realized this, Zou Zhiyi supported the table and slowly squatted on the ground, pressing the position of his heart, as if he had a heart attack, the pain was unbearable, and tears fell drop by drop, leaving behind on the floor Transparent water stains.

The world is impermanent, and life is fragile. Even if flowers can bloom again, they are not the same flowers at that time, and no matter how long the grass grows, they are not the grass at that time. The same is true for people.

It's that cruel.

I don't know how long he squatted, his legs became numb, Zou Zhiyi was about to get up, when he looked up, he inadvertently saw the notch under the desk.

Zou Zhiyi was taken aback.

I don't know what I thought of, my expression suddenly became dignified, I reached out to touch the deep and shallow scratches, my fingers outlined the shape formed by the scratches, my heart sank little by little.