Qiao Xue was silent for a moment before asking Feng Xi, "Can I do it?"

"Okay, you can just bring a few Qingfeng to your house to make some noise, so that they can't have any peace. Also let them know that it's you who's back, don't forget you."

"This..." Qiao Xue seemed a little afraid.

"I don't know if you have seen a very classic cartoon called "Dream of the World". There is a very classic line in it that says this. Death is not terrible, forgetfulness is. So the real thing in this world is Death means that no one among the living will remember you anymore.”

Qiao Xue's eyes turned red after hearing this...

"Master Feng Xi, thank you."

"Thank you. It's windy and dark outside, and the moon is high. Go ahead and make some noise to remind them of you."

After all, Feng Xi was soft-hearted and pitied Qiao Xue in every way. She even asked Qingfeng to take her with her, and went back to Sijia Town overnight to cause a scene and punish Qiao Xue's biological parents.

But these things are meaningless to Feng Xi.

The friend she cared about the most, the man she cared about the most, were all... no longer with her.

Late at night, in a luxury apartment in Jiangcheng

Hua Zhi was wearing an apricot-colored housecoat with a small braid, and she brought out a pot of soup from the kitchen like a girl.

"Comrade Lao Wang, come and have some soup."

"Can I not drink?"

"No."

"But I've been drinking this soup for twelve days in a row. It's too greasy." Wang Junxian looked hopeless.

"Then it's for your own good. If you don't try my test products, how will you know which one is successful?"

Hua Zhi has recently become obsessed with making soup. She has seven or eight casseroles for making soup at home.

And I made the same soup for twelve consecutive days - pickled cabbage stick bone soup.

These days, I am either idle or indifferent. Either the stick bones are undercooked and there are still blood stains.

Either the sauerkraut has no sour taste at all, or there is too much chicken essence and the taste is weird.

Wang Junxian also wanted to die, but he still dared not stop drinking. After all, this is what my aunt did.

So, he resisted the urge to vomit, took a small sip, and immediately praised, "It tastes great. Today's was particularly successful. It tastes great."

Hua Zhi rolled her eyes at him, "That's nonsense, I just tried it myself in the kitchen, and today's was a bit mushy."

Wang Junxian:......

"Sister, since you tasted it yourself, why do you torture me?"

"My soup is for you to drink. Of course it needs to be evaluated by you personally."

"Well, your words always make so much sense that I can't refute them."

Hua Zhi smiled and threw herself into Wang Junxian's arms to act coquettishly.

Hua Zhi has completely quit the entertainment industry and returned to being an ordinary person. She does not feel bored or regrets.

The Wang family also highly recognized Hua Zhi. Both the old lady and Wang Junxian's sister felt that they were the most suitable.

Even if there were several breakups in the middle.

Wang Junxian only has Hua Zhi in his heart, and he really doesn't even look at other women.

The two of them had already received their certificates and have been living together.

Wang Junxian kissed Hua Zhi's forehead, "Xiao Zhi, when will our wedding be held?"

"I'm not worried about a woman, why are you so anxious?" Hua Zhi nestled on Wang Junxian's chest, acting coquettishly.

"I'm afraid of wronging you. After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event. In fact, I have always wanted to ask, is it because your father passed away less than three years ago, or is it because there is no news about your second sister's disappearance?"

Wang Junxian felt that Hua Zhi did not seem like someone who postponed the wedding for no reason.

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