After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

In two days, Qiao Yu will leave for Country M for treatment.

The night before departure, Mr. Yan came to the hospital again to visit her.

But this time, Mr. Yan brought a photo, "Qiao Yu, is the girl in this photo you?"

In the photo, she and Bo Hanshi were having a snowball fight on a snowy day.

She wanted to deny it wasn't.

But the girl in the photo looks exactly like her.

She had no way to refute, but her face turned pale instantly, "Old Yan, you...how do you have this photo?"

"So, you are really Bo Hanshi's wife?"

wife?

Qiao Yu smiled bitterly, "How do I have the qualifications? I'm not his wife. He and I... have been impossible for a long time."

"What about you and him?"

"When he and I were in college, we had a relationship, but it was just an ex-relationship."

But if it was just an ordinary ex-ex relationship, why would Bo Hanshi make a special trip to Nancheng to ask him to find someone?

Such a huge effort, even at any cost.

Yan Zheng has been in the business world for many years, and every move and little thought of the other party is transparent to him.

When talking about Bo Han, the mood on Qiao Yu's face changed obviously.

She was obviously hiding something from him.

Yan Zheng also saw that she didn't want to say it, and he wouldn't force her to say it.

"Now, Bo Hanshi is still in Nancheng. On the surface, he came to sign a contract with our group, but in fact, he came to find you."

Her watery eyes trembled, and there was movement and panic in her eyes.

Mr. Yan reassured: "Don't worry, I didn't reveal your whereabouts to him. When you refused to admit that you knew Bo Han before, there must be a reason. Although you don't want to say the reason, I respect your decision. I don't know if he is a good person in cold weather, and I don't dare to hand you over to him easily. Tomorrow morning, you will leave for country M, and he will not find you. "

She looked at Mr. Yan gratefully and said, "Mr. Yan, thank you for helping me."

"I don't have to ask about what happened between you and Bo Hanshi. But, Qiao Yu, are you sure you don't want to see him? Your eyes tell me that you still have feelings for him."

She grabbed the quilt's slender fingers and subconsciously tightened them a little...

Naturally, Mr. Yan also discovered it, "Bo Hanshi is staying at the Peninsula Hotel in the center of Nancheng City. If you want to find him..."

The voice did not fall.

She had already interrupted: "Old Yan, I don't want to go find him, and I also... don't want to see him again."

Mr. Yan sighed, "Since you don't want to see him, why are your eyes red?"

"Some people, even if they are sad, still have to let go."

If you are reluctant to let go because you are temporarily soft-hearted, it will only be more painful and hurtful in the future.

She pulled her lips and smiled lightly at Yan Zheng.

Yan Zheng was finally moved and reached out to touch her head, "This is your choice, as long as you don't regret it."

After Yan Zheng left.

Qiao Yu sat on the hospital bed, wrapped in a quilt and hugging her knees tightly.

The dull pain in my chest seemed to be getting worse.

Probably because of the severe emphysema.

She took her phone and opened the map app.

In the search box, type Peninsula Hotel.

It was only three thousand meters away from her.

When I was in college, I ran a marathon of [-] meters.

If the playground is a [-]-meter circle, you can see him in seven and a half laps.

The run only takes about half an hour.

It only takes about ten minutes to take a taxi without traffic jams.

So close, yet so far.

She stood up and stood by the window, opened it, and the night wind blew in.

Nancheng is a southern city. Its prosperity is no worse than that of the Imperial Capital. The night is bright and the visibility is very high.

She could even see the brightly lit city center not far away.

That spherical landmark building is the Peninsula Hotel.

She stared like that for a long time...

Early tomorrow morning, she will go to Country M for treatment.

A distance of more than [-] nautical miles...

From now on, separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, I'm afraid it will be difficult to meet again.

She closed the window silently and drew the curtains.

Now that I have decided not to be Qiao Yu anymore, from now on, everything related to Qiao Yu should be sealed.

……

Inside the Peninsula Hotel.

Xu Zheng knocked on the door and came in: "Master Bo, I have ordered a meal for you, and the hotel waiter will bring it to you later."

Bo Hanshi put away the photo in his hand.

"Is there any news about Qiao Yu?"

Xu Zheng shook his head, "Not yet...not yet. Mr. Bo, now we have asked Mr. Yan to help find her. Maybe there will be news about Miss Qiao soon. Don't worry."

But Xu Zheng also knew that his words were just to comfort Bo Han.

Qiao Yu jumped into the sea and has been missing for more than a month.

The chances of survival are slim.

In fact, they had long accepted the fact that Qiao Yu had passed away, including Qiao Yu's best friend Nan Chu, who had been urging Master Bo to hold a funeral for Qiao Yu.

Only Bo Hanshi didn't believe it, and only Bo Hanshi spent so much time searching for people.

Seeing the man was silent.

He asked again: "Master Bo, we have been staying in Nancheng for several days. There have been calls from the Imperial Capital. Do you want to book a flight back tomorrow morning?"

He wanted to tell him plainly that Qiao Yu was already dead, and he would only be deceiving himself and others by wasting his time looking for her.

But no one dared to say this.

Several seconds passed.

The man finally spoke and gave a faint "hmm".

It seems, a compromise.

"Then... Master Bo, remember to eat later. I'll go to the next room first."

He was just about to leave.

Bo Hanshi suddenly asked: "Do you think there is still a chance to find her?"

Everyone was reminding him directly or in disguised form that Qiao Yu was dead.

Xu Zheng, Lu Zhilu, Jiang Yuchuan, Jiang Wan, Nan Chu... no one believed that Qiao Yu was still alive.

Only he and Xiao Xiangsi stood in the endless hopeless waiting, day after day.

Despair did not come suddenly, but accumulated disappointment bit by bit, consuming his patience and eroding his persistence.

Every effort he made was like a pebble thrown into the sea, with no response.

Xu Zheng was slightly stunned, thinking about how to comfort him.

But Bao Hanshi had already lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "I suddenly felt tired and didn't want to look any more. It seems that I can no longer bear no news again and again."

"Master Bo..."

"Go back to the imperial capital tomorrow morning. When you return to the imperial capital, find a good cemetery and buy a tomb for Qiao Yu."

When he said this, the emotion on his face was very light.

So calm that he seemed to have accepted Qiao Yu's death.

But Xu Zheng felt that this kind of calmness was more like death.

When it was cold, the eyes were lifeless and emotionless.

"Crack."

The man held the lighter in his long fingers and lit it.

Blue tongues of fire climbed up to a corner of the photo, gradually engulfing Qiao Yu's bright and smiling face.

The flames burn brighter and brighter...

After burning to the end, he threw the remaining corner into the ashtray.

Bao Hanshi looked at the photo like that, being swallowed up bit by bit by tongues of fire, burning up...

The emotion on his face remained indifferent.

Qiao Yu's death,

He accepted.