Chapter 1663 The afterglow of the mortal

When Mi Ziyao fell asleep in satisfaction, Yu Liyan was still leaning on the head of the bed, holding her chin with one hand, and looking at him beside her reluctantly.

His sleeping face was so clean and beautiful, like an angel, which really made her unable to see enough.

If she could, she really wanted to make this moment forever. But the dream would finally wake up.

She stood up in a hurry and carefully took a series of movements to avoid waking him up. After dressing neatly, she returned to the bedside, leaned down, and fell on his lips again.

Before leaving, she simply packed the table and wrote a note for Mi Ziyao.

"A Yao, I received a notice temporarily, and I'll go back first. There is a wine-relieving medicine on the table. Remember to take it when you wake up. Love you Yan."

The door was slowly covered by her, sealing the room with lingering dust in the dim candlelight. A Yao, I hope he will have a good dream.

As soon as she left the hotel, she took a taxi and briefly explained to the driver:

“Go to the XX Hotel.”

Mr. Sheng had sent the time and place to her jade slip. Ironically, he had no extra words other than that.

Along the way, she wore large sunglasses and leaned against the back seat to rest. Her soul seemed to have already floated out of her body and wandered in the boundless darkness. Only the music flowing in her headphones maintained the only reality that she and the world had.

It was a song called "Breaking the Cocoon".

"If you open your eyes in a nightmare,

Facing the cruel world,

Whose heartstrings has the wind tugged?

I miss you but don’t have time to say goodbye.

If the ending is only tragic,

No fear breaking out of the cocoon in the wind,

Even if the wings are torn apart,

Return to the nineteenth abyss,

Hold your hands and walk forward,

The night and the day do not stop.

…”

The driver would glance at the back seat from time to time, probably thinking that she looked very much like the big star Yan, but seeing her being so resistant to people, she would probably only hit a problem when asking directly. Besides, these big-name celebrities should have special nanny cars to pick them up and drop off, so they don’t need to get into their own car no matter what. So he took back his questions and drove attentively.

"Here, Miss."

Yu Liyan smiled silently and took off her headphones, paid, and got out of the car. All the movements were mechanical.

Standing alone in front of the hotel gate and looking up at the magnificent building, she slowly took off her sunglasses.

Her eye makeup is quite exquisite, and a large number of famous brand cosmetics have built her beauty mask. But at this moment, the eyes covered by the thick ink and heavy colors are only left with a hole, like a desert that has dried up for thousands of miles, with no love or hatred.

She has left her best self with her lover. From now on, she is really just a doll without feelings.

...

Mi Ziyao slept very heavily this time.

He slept until the next morning. After waking up, he found that Yu Liyan was no longer there.

**Fallen, all that was left was boundless emptiness. He slowly sat up and put on his clothes. The sunlight shone on his face, warm and lazy, but his other half of his body was almost cold.

Just now, he had a very long dream. He dreamed of Qiao Qiao. In the dream, Qiao Qiao seemed to be in pain. He chased her, but she drifted farther and farther away. Finally, he watched her disappear.

Now, he didn't know if this dream was hinting at anything.

The date with Yanyan was very smooth yesterday. They had so much fun and crazy. He never thought of Qiao Qiao at all for the whole afternoon to the evening. He enjoyed the time with Yanyan and even came to the hotel with her...

So now he couldn't help but ask himself, Qiao Qiao's revenge has not been avenged yet, is he really qualified to enjoy such pure beauty?

When he felt guilty for the brief forgetting of Qiao Qiao, his guilt towards Yanyan quickly encroached on his heart.

People often say that first love is always unforgettable. Qiao Qiao is indeed the first girl he likes, and he can never completely forget her. But he believes that he is not a half-hearted person. Since he has dated Yanyan, he has been trying hard to do his best to be a boyfriend and love her hard.

After dating for so many years, even if there is no love, there is family affection. Yanyan is already a very important person in her life, but he still cannot formally compare her with Qiao Qiao.

He always said that he could not compare, but in fact it was because he was afraid. He was afraid that if he thought about this issue carefully, he might find that he still put Qiao Qiao in front of Yanyan. If this is true, would he become an irresponsible man? Yanyan can accept it, is there always a girl he can't forget in his heart?

Perhaps, he was even more unbearable than he could have imagined.

Mi Ziyao buried his ten fingers in his hair in distress. Now even the half of his body soaked in the sunlight could not feel any warmth. He was confused and struggling, and he felt ashamed of the two girls.

...

On that day, a mysterious visitor appeared in front of the prison.

The person was wrapped in a wide black robe from head to toe, as if he was intentionally covering his body. The hood was pulled down very low, almost covering the entire face, and his face was hard to see clearly. Not only that, she was wearing a scarf and wrapped around her face several times, completely covering the only remaining facial contour.

This mysterious person was walking in a hurry, and Yu Guang would occasionally glance at both sides like a thief, as if he was avoiding possible tracking. When she arrived at the prison door, she even faster and handed a letter to the prison guard at the gate.

"Please hand this letter to Sheng Zeqi."

A large stack of thick silver notes were handed out along with the envelope.

Due to the cover of the scarf, the sound she made was also vague, and she could only barely tell that she seemed to be a woman. As for her age, she was clueless.

The jailer was a little stunned. In fact, he had noticed her before. Daxia's bag was so conspicuous. But seeing that she seemed to be just coming to deliver the letter and did not have any other abnormal behaviors, the jailer also relaxed his guard a little and explained to her:

"Miss, if you want to send a letter, you can just hand it over to me, there is no need to pay."

The mysterious woman did not take back the silver notes, but instead emphasized her tone and reiterated: "Please hand it over to him no matter what!"

As if to show her determination, she stuffed another stack of silver notes into the jailer's hands.

The jailer could have heard it at this time. What she meant was that regardless of whether the content of the letter complied with the regulations-

...

After the mysterious woman left, the prison guard read the letter first.

The content of the letter made him frightened. He understood why she had to stuff money to herself...

But since the money has been collected, he cannot take other people's money in vain. Sheng's special identity is the key to the entire prison. He doesn't expect that something will happen and will involve himself. After thinking about it, he chose the safest method.

While there was no one in the letter review room, he sneaked in and stuffed the letter into the letter that had been approved.

...

When he was sending a letter to Long'er just now, Sheng Zeqi had to go to the letter review room every once in a while. Now he was probably disappointed more times and his enthusiasm was not that strong.

But on this day, he actually received a letter from outside with other prisoners! The signature on the letter was from Long'er...

Long'er replied to herself! She is going to be a pen pal with Long'er!!

Sheng Zeqi almost fainted because he didn't want to be disturbed by others, so he worked hard and stayed alone in the cell to read letters.

But this letter was like a basin of cold water, no, like a basin of frost poured from the top of his head.

He felt cold all over, as if he had been thrown into the eighteen levels of hell.

It was not a letter of friendship... Every word and every sentence in the letter was like the sharpest knife that pierced into the depths of his heart.

"You are a terrible murderer. Stay away from me, and I feel disgusted when I think of you." "I know what you did to take off the z, and you and your family should go to hell." "If you still have a conscience, you should die."...

There are similar sentences throughout the article. If the words can also become weapons, then this is a real letter to X people.

Sheng Zeqi felt that his brain was like a computer about to collapse. Sometimes it was spinning very slowly, sometimes it was spinning very fast, and all kinds of chaotic thoughts emerged, colliding like a comet falling, exploding the destruction that ran across the galaxy.

Those dazzling words were obviously painful when he saw them, but he couldn't help but repeat them over and over again, as if he was suffering from a torture of lingchi.

Many times, he suddenly realized that he could not breathe because he was too shocked and painful, and forgot to breathe for a while. This situation repeated too much and he began to feel dizzy. He wanted to vomit, but the chill that was flooding all over his body would soon cool everything down again. So the y-hop that wanted to vent was mixed with sadness and despair, and it was heavy in the mouth of x, suffocating him.

In the empty cell, he was talking wildly in his heart.

"Long'er, why did you treat me like this... Why did you hurt me like this!"

"You said that you will forgive the person who made mistakes, then why can't you forgive me... If you say one thing, do another, are you the same as everyone else..."

"I did something wrong...I just wanted to make friends with you. Do you want me to die..."

As the saying goes, there is no greater sorrow than heart. Usually, he will make noises and make trouble when he is not satisfied, but when he is really desperate, he will not be able to make anything happen.

All day after that, he maintained the same position, his head drooped weakly, his face against his knees, and he remained silent, like a long-dead corpse.

When Yue Xiangyang came back, he saw something was wrong with him and tried to say a few words to him, but he still ignored him. Although Yue Xiangyang was worried about him, he still had to work and had to help him with extra work. He was not a privileged class, and he couldn't just go to work if he wanted to.

So, he left anyway.

When it was time to have supper and watch the show, Sheng Zeqi was still in the corner. He no longer robbed other people's food, no longer talked about his Long'er, and he was completely lifeless.

Yue Xiangyang asked the prison guard several times, but he didn't know if he was feeling unwell and could ask a doctor to show him. However, the prison guard's requirements for him have always been very low, just don't cause trouble. Now his situation makes people worry-free, so he doesn't care much.

There were also several jailers discussing that they had just performed well for a few days and it was like this again. It turns out that their nature is difficult to change.

The activities at night were over, and the prisoners went to bed on time. It was not until late at night that everyone was silent and everything was silent. Sheng, who had been sitting for a long time, moved his neck very stiffly.

He slowly sat up straight, and after his eyes slightly adapted to the darkness, he looked around in a slight manner.

The surroundings were dark and quiet, and only the breathing of other prisoners and their own heartbeats could be heard.
To be continued...