No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

Meng Yan suddenly went crazy.

When she looked at him, there was no trace of the youthful ignorance in her eyes, and only resentment remained: "Qiao Shiyan, I have nothing! My brother can't gain a foothold in City B. He is almost ruined. What do you think about me? I'm punishing you...Qiao Shiyan, I'm not punishing you, I'm repaying you!"

"Tsuho's life! My life!"

"Is it enough? Is it enough?"

"Why do you want me to live?"

"Why should I continue to live? I have no faith anymore... Qiao Shiyan, do you know what it feels like to have your heart trampled on? Do you know what it feels like to walk on thin ice every day? You always say that you have been in jail, but why haven't I!"

"In the first year in Xiangshi, because I love you, I live by your face. If you smile at me, I will be in a good mood all day! If you have a calm face, I will feel sorry for you and reflect on myself. What I didn't do well was that in that period of love, I slowly felt suffocated!"

"Later I realized that it wasn't that you were in a bad mood, nor that I had done anything wrong. It was just because you didn't love me. It was just because you had a woman outside! I thought I was everything to you, but in fact I was just one of your many As one of the women, other women can still do the same thing when they are with you, but I am actually just a tool for repayment."

"What are you thinking about every time you coax me?"

"You must be thinking, how ignorant and stupid she is!"

"Slowly, you began to rarely come home. The occasional homecoming was just to vent your physiological needs... No matter how slow I was, I could guess that you didn't love me! I was young and ignorant at that time, and I wanted to know how to be truly loved. So I accepted He Mo. I rode bicycles with him on campus, and ate street food with him. I didn’t have feelings for him, but I felt relaxed with him because we were equals. Instead of being overwhelmed like every time I'm with you!"

……

Qiao Shiyan's face turned ugly.

He Mo can be said to be a thorn in his heart.

Meng Yan's thin face was buried in the soft pillow. She murmured to herself: "Qiao Shiyan, you obviously have so many women, but when you knew that I was dating He Mo, you cruelly interrupted him. Tetsuji, do you know the impact that scene had on me?"

"If love can disappear, it should be at that moment."

"I'm crazy! Maybe I'm really crazy, maybe there's still a trace of sanity! Because only by being crazy can I continue to live in your world... When I know the truth, I can't reconcile with myself, I can't accept myself like that I really like people like you!"

"Without Jinfan, I wouldn't want to live a long time ago."

……

Meng Yan said too many words in one breath.

She coughed violently, and the veins on her forehead popped out. She covered her mouth and nose with her hands for fear of disturbing Jin Fan next door.

She can die at any time.

Qiao Shiyan took off her hand, reached out to touch her chest, and patted her gently.

"Stop talking!"

Ozuho next door still heard it. The child was afraid that he was frightened and kept shouting: "Meng Meng... Meng Meng... Wuwu..."

Zhang Ma picked up Jinfan and coaxed her sadly.

But mother and son were connected, Jinfan seemed to be able to sense his mother's helplessness, and still cried loudly. At this time, it suddenly started pouring outside the window.

The rain is like bamboo and pours like a drop.

Meng Yan coughed violently again, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the snow-white sheets, which made her face look as yellow as paper... She looked like it would be blown away by the wind.

"I'm going to call the doctor!"

Qiao Shiyan stood up, but Meng Yan held her hand down. Her fingers were thin, but extremely strong at this moment... Her pupils were dilated, and her gaze towards him had no focus.

Meng Yan's cancer cells spread to her eyes and she lost sight.

Suddenly.

But she accepted it calmly.

A drop of tear fell lightly on the back of Qiao Shiyan's hand, freezing to the bone...

She smiled at him with a very faint smile, and said a few words to him with her lips——

Qiao Shiyan, I don’t love you anymore.

Because loving you is too painful and waiting for too long...

[Three years ago, we first met in City B]

That year, Meng Yan was 21 years old, and she was well protected by Meng Yanhui.

At that time, she was still studying at the Academy of Fine Arts in City B.

Meng Yanhui was very busy, and his life was filled with work. Later, he almost traveled to and from Hong Kong during his holidays because he liked someone, a woman he shouldn't like... Qiao Xun!

He ignored Meng Yan.

Meng Yan lives alone in a 200-square-meter apartment with two servants to take care of her.

Her clothes are all international famous brands, all chosen by Meng Yanhui herself.

Meng Yanhui would give her gifts every festival.

Meng Yan's cloakroom is 40 square meters, and there are several rows of safes filled with valuable jewelry sent back by Meng Yan, but she doesn't like them, and she always looks bare.

At the age of 21, she has black hair reaching her waist and a small, plain face.

It's beautiful enough.

Meng Yanhui assigned her a driver and a multi-million dollar car, but Meng Yan always refused to take the bus. She liked to take the bus to school and go home with her classmates when school was over.

She is so lonely! She wants friends.

She and Qiao Shiyan met in the evening, and the sky was filled with colorful clouds.

The bus she was riding collided with a truck that turned sideways with a loud bang. The bus was knocked out several meters and rolled over on the side of the road...

Fortunately, Meng Yan only suffered minor scratches.

But the people in the car were not so lucky. More than 10 people were seriously injured, including one of Meng Yan's classmates.

The ambulance came, but there were too many people in it.

Really busy.

Meng Yan knelt down next to her classmates, shedding tears and feeling at a loss. She begged the doctors and nurses who came and went to beg her classmates, but the doctors and nurses said that those with more serious injuries should be treated first.

"But she has congenital heart disease."

Meng Yan shouted loudly, but the scene was too noisy and her voice was drowned in the crowd.

At this moment, a pair of leather shoes came into her sight, followed by a deep and pleasant male voice: "I'll take her to the hospital, you follow me!"

Meng Yan raised her head and stared blankly at the man in front of her.

He is good-looking, and his clothes are even more expensive. His meticulously combed back shows his identity and age...

When Meng Yan looked at him,

He glanced at her, raised his hand, took off his suit, and put it on her shoulders.

"The skirt is torn."

He was very tall, and his suit was wide and covered Meng Yan's small body.

She could smell the faint smell of tobacco on it. It smelled very good, a smell of hormones unique to men... Meng Yan was 21 years old and had never been in contact with a man, let alone been in love.

She was at a loss.

The man picked up the injured classmate and said, "Follow me." Then he got out of the car.

Meng Yan quickly followed.

The man's car was parked on the side of the road. It was a black Lincoln extended-distance RV. It was very noble and elegant. In addition to him, there was a driver in the car, sitting in the passenger seat with a very beautiful woman.