Recording pen.

This wasn't the first time he saw this thing.

I still remember that day in this suite, when she stabbed Wen Wenwen with a knife and was knocked into her by him.

At that time, he mistakenly thought that she could not tolerate the tender fetus in her belly, so he killed her.

After tossing her hard, he left her alone in this suite.

later……

Later, he couldn't control his heart and came over to look for her eagerly. He happened to see her sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, holding this recorder in her hand.

At that time, he wanted to rush over to check, but his attention was attracted by her few words, and he just forgot about it.

Now that he saw it again, he had a vague guess in his heart.

Could it be that the woman recorded some important conversation?

If this is the case, then apart from slapping himself, all he has left is regret.

They lost their diary, and now they have lost their voice recorder. Are they really destined to be different?

If he had discovered it in advance, he wouldn't have been kept in the dark for so long.

After slumping on the floor, he turned on the recorder with trembling hands.

Rao was prepared, but after hearing the conversation inside, he was still shocked.

It turns out that the reason why she attacked Wen Wen repeatedly was because Wen Wen kept mentioning to her the embryo that died tragically on the operating table.

What is the most devastating thing for a woman?

Undoubtedly children.

How could she bear the tenderness that stimulated her so much?

So there was a scene where he witnessed her killing Wen Wen again and again.

He couldn't imagine how desperate she felt when she was wrongly accused.

This is probably the reason why she is so determined.

I was hurt again and again, let down again and again, and finally I was completely disappointed with him. I would rather keep it in my heart than express it to him.

But who can you blame?

Everything is his own fault.

Maybe God really didn't intend to give them a way out. Otherwise, he had stayed with her in this room for so long, why didn't he find the recorder and notebook?

It was clear that all the truth was right under his nose, but he missed it.

And the price paid for this miss is a painful price that cannot be recovered in a lifetime.

Slowly taking out the notebook from his arms, he opened it with trembling hands.

Until now, he hadn't mustered up the courage to read the last diary entry.

He was afraid, afraid that she would finally write the words "I don't love you anymore," "Let's not meet again in the next life," and "I hate you."

He was even more afraid that she would beg him not to pester her underground and beg him to let her go.

Of course, what he fears most is that after reading this last diary entry, he will have no hope for the rest of his life.

Leaving this article left in suspense, he could fantasize about the content every day.

Only in this way can he survive the long ordeal.

He is not afraid of pain or suffering, but he is afraid that life is like a pool of stagnant water that cannot stir up any waves.

Over time, her traces will slowly dissipate in the long river of time, and no trace will be found again.

After a long silence, he turned to the last page.

Because he knew that even without the suspense of this last diary entry, he would never forget that woman for the rest of his life.

On the contrary, he will miss her all the time, think about her, and remember her in utter loneliness until the end of his life.

The content of this last diary is not much, only half a page, but it is the most important in the whole book.

Because three names appear above:

Zhou Yu, Zhou Ye, Zhou Xue.

She said that this was the name given to their three children, and asked him to erect a monument and carve it on it to prove that they had been in this world.

Zhou Yu...

Sunday night…

Zhou Xue...

The fingertips lightly traced these six words, and a burst of blood rushed into the throat.

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