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

There was no light on in the bedroom, so the light was dim.

Through the light coming in from the window, Qiao Yu could clearly see the surge under his dark eyes.

But Bao Han's face was very calm.

The calmer you look on the face, the more excited you are inside.

There will be no good results.

These words, every word, were like a sharp dagger reflecting cold light, poking a huge bloody hole in his heart.

He suddenly smiled, the smile was very light, "I suddenly regretted it."

I regret asking her this.

Regret knowing these were impossible.

"Qiao Yu, you should lie to me. Now, I would rather you lie to me."

"Once you say something, you can't take it back. You shouldn't have asked me when I was in the cold."

Some words, once asked, have nothing but hurtfulness.

In fact, how long a liar can deceive does not depend on how unbreakable the liar's deception skills are, but how long the person being deceived can pretend to be stupid.

Bo Han couldn't pretend anymore, so she couldn't continue to lie to him.

They just looked at each other silently, almost masochistically. The person in front of them was clearly right in front of them, but at this moment, Bo Hanshi felt that Qiao Yu was far, far away from him, so far away that he could never cross the gap.

Perhaps, that is not a chasm, but a chasm.

"Qiao Yu..."

"Well, I'm here."

"You go, I won't embarrass you anymore."

Qiao Yu's tears fell. She looked at him with a smile: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, I don't want to... push you to death again."

As long as she wants to live, that's enough.

If she lives, he can live.

Others, it doesn't matter.

This time, he will not hold the sand in his hand tightly anymore. The tighter he holds it, the faster it will drain away.

The sand was almost empty in his palm.

He was unwilling to lose the last bit of emotion between them.

When paranoia is as strong as cold, letting go is harder than anything else for him.

For seven years, from when Qiao Yu was eighteen to twenty-five, when she was eighteen, she gave herself to Bo Hanshi. Later, she died seven years ago and never lived again.

She didn't plan to start a new life. Her life ended long ago when she was eighteen years old.

Qiao Yu looked at him and remembered the night of farewell at the foot of Mo Mountain.

That night, floods blocked the road and they were trapped in a small hotel.

She begged him to give her a hug.

He never agreed.

Qiao Yu cried, but said with a smile: "When it's cold, please hug me."

Maybe there is no future.

Waiting is the future, waiting is the ending between them.

Just think of it as a little solace in saying goodbye.

This time, Bo Hanshi didn't refuse, he just hugged Qiao Yu tightly and silently.

His chin pressed on Qiao Yu's shoulder.

Qiao Yu also reached out and hugged him, and they couldn't see the emotions on each other's faces.

She raised her head and said in a hoarse voice: "I was very happy during the thirty days I was with you. I was not unhappy at all."

She felt a touch of warm liquid penetrate into the hollow of her neck.

Those are the tears of cold weather.

"Yuyu."

"Ok?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to call you."

When things came to a close, Qiao Yu couldn't help but give a few words of advice: "Bao Hanshi... you have to take good care of yourself. The injury on your arm hasn't healed yet, so don't drink anymore."

"it is good."

"By the way, I went to the mall a few days ago and I bought a few boxes of agarwood sticks and put them in the drawer of the coffee table downstairs. If you smoke, don't forget to use them."

"it is good."

Qiao Yu took a deep breath, endured the choking in her throat, and continued: "You have a bad stomach. Remember to eat three meals on time. Don't skip meals when you have a temper. You must set a good example for little Xiangsi."

Mention the little lovesickness.

Bo Hanshi said: "If you want to take little Xiangsi away, take her away. I will ask Xu Zheng to pay her alimony on time, and I will go to Nancheng to see her when I have time."

"She has been living in the Imperial Capital and going to school in the Imperial Capital. It may not be suitable for her to be taken to Nancheng suddenly. Besides, she has her best friend Big Fat. Forget it, I will come to the Imperial Capital to see her in the future."

"That's fine. You took her by yourself during those six years and suffered a lot. I'll take care of her from now on."

His voice was hoarse, he paused, and then said, "Yuyu, you have to be happy from now on."

He won't force her to do anything anymore.

If seeing him reminds her of any unbearable memories, then he will not appear in front of her easily again and evoke the shadow in her heart.

Qiao Yu nodded, "You too, be happy. If there is a suitable person, try to get in touch with him."

It is very painful to have to do this to anyone.

She is not saying nice things, she really hopes that she can get happiness from others when she is cold.

If someone else could give him something that she couldn't afford, that would be nice too.

Bo Hanshi complied with all her previous instructions, but he did not respond to this one.

What is the right person?

For him, no one is suitable for him except Qiao Yu.

In Bo Hanshi's world, there were always only Qiao Yu and others.

If he couldn't get Qiao Yu, then he wouldn't want it.

Who is Qiao Yu?

Qiao Yu was the one who stood in all his heartbeats when he was young. He was the one who could win all his eyes effortlessly as long as he stood there and did nothing.

Someone who could easily trap him in the past and be willing to perish.

No matter how many times he meets her again, he will instinctively... fall in love with her.

He didn't tell her that he had long since lost the strength to love anyone else.

All his purity and love were given to her and could never be taken back.

They hugged each other tightly like this for who knows how long. Bo Hanshi seemed to have finally made up his mind and slowly pushed her away.

He raised his hand and gently scraped the tear stains on her face with his fingertips, smiled lightly, and said warmly: "Yuyu, you are really free this time. You don't owe me, and I don't owe you anything. Forget all the bad memories, and I will try my best to forget them."

He lied.

He can't forget her.

But he didn't want to force Qiao Yu to remember him. Remembering Bo Han would be too cruel for Qiao Yu.

If remembering Bo Hanshi is equivalent to remembering Wen Qing's death, then it's better not to remember it.

Qiao Yu wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he had lost his voice.

He sighed heavily with red eyes: "I won't see you off tomorrow. I will ask Xu Zheng to take you to the airport."

"..."

After wiping the tears on her face, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Very light, very gentle.

He was so gentle that he was completely different from the domineering and powerful Bo Hanshi.

"In the future, I won't be by your side and I won't be able to protect you. You have to be stronger and more independent. But you have always done these things very well. You also survived the six years when I was not by your side. .”

He curled his lips in self-mockery.

Only then did he realize that it was never Qiao Yu who needed him, but he... needed Qiao Yu.

"Have a safe journey, Yuyu."

After saying that, Bo Hanshi let go of her, turned around and left the master bedroom.

He didn't even dare to sleep in the same bedroom with her, because he was afraid that he would regret his words.

As long as he looked at Qiao Yu, he couldn't help but want to lock her tightly to him.

His back disappeared from Qiao Yu's blurred vision.

Blended with the night, lonely and lonely.