Ding Yiyi smiled and said, "Sorry, I didn't do it thoroughly enough. I will definitely tell you next time."

"Where is the next time?" Director Dai murmured.

An Ran regained her usual laziness, "It doesn't matter, anyway, when will you want to come back again, I have the ability to make you famous again."

Thanking them, Ding Yiyi walked out of the venue and walked from the dim venue to the sun. The light pierced into her eyes, feeling like she was a different life.

Ye Bo always stood by and protected her, and reporters rushed out around him, "Ms. Ding, is there any other reason why you quit the entertainment industry at this time?"

Ding Yiyi narrowed her eyes slightly, the sun shining her body warmed and comfortable, and her heart was as light as a boat. She smiled, "The world is so big, I want to go and see it."

The Hundred Flowers Awards ended, and the female star Ding Yiyi also ended. She sat in the car and looked at the familiar scenery of Dongjiang City. Ding Yiyi was a little lost.

"Miss Yiyi, I'll send you back to Ye's house to rest."

"No, go to the cemetery, thank you."

In the cemetery, Ding Yiyi looked at Zhu Lin standing in front of Ye Chuyun's tombstone. The sadness on her face was not as if she had done anything. She never thought that the woman actually used sincerity to Ye Chuyun.

Ding Yiyi approached her, "Ms. Zhu."

Zhu Lin looked back at her, and the sadness in his expression was quickly hidden, leaving only his slightly red eyes, "I watched the TV too, congratulations."

Ding Yiyi bent down and put the trophy on Ye Chuyun's tombstone, and focused on looking at the person who smiled gently in the photo, "Thank you."

Zhu Lin followed her gaze and looked at the tombstone, "I envy you very much, envy him for his liking you, and always thought that he might have a chance to deepen his understanding, but I didn't expect there was no chance."

"It's me that I didn't take good care of him." Ding Yiyi reached out and gently brushed the edges and corners on the tombstone, not noticing Zhu Lin's cold expression immediately.

She stood behind Ding Yiyi, her sharp gaze seemed to penetrate Ding Yiyi's forehead. After a long time, she put her hand in her pocket and turned around and walked out.

After walking a few steps, Ding Yiyi's words floated into her ears.

"Chuyun, I know you will definitely agree with my decision. I am ready to leave. I can't come to see you for a long time. I will protect myself."

She raised her feet again and walked out without expression. In the cemetery parking lot, a thin woman stood next to her car. She wore a wide hat and sunglasses, and her lips were painted with bright red.

"Who are you?" Zhu Lin looked at the visitor cautiously.

The woman stood gracefully, her voice as sharp as a hamster chewing, "You like Ye Chuyun very much."

She used affirmative rather than questioning, and Zhu Lin was dissatisfied with her attitude, "So what?"

The woman laughed softly, her movements were exaggerated, and the ancient bracelet on her wrist swayed, "If I said she killed Ye Chuyun, would you still be so calm?"

"Why do I believe you?" Zhu Lin said coldly, but his clutch was increasing in strength. A woman said the same thing at that banquet. Could it be that all these are true?

The woman walked closer and showed her pale chin, "You also heard her confession, right? You wouldn't be worthy of Ye Chuyun, the woman he loved so much, but she immediately followed her with other men after she died.

Together.”

"Enough, you go away." Zhu Lin interrupted the woman's words hard. She knew that the woman was using her, but her emotions couldn't help but fluctuate with her words.

The woman didn't stop and ignored the instructions on her face. She smiled deeper again. She even walked to Zhu Lin and pressed her ears, stuffed a wooden ring box into her palm, and said softly: "Go ahead."
Chapter completed!