Live your life according to your own definition. Maybe I will release another record or two, maybe not. Although I will miss this job, it is the only passion I have left in the world.]

This was posted at 9:43 last night, probably when Chanel was calling her mother on the balcony...

Shanel looked at these three sentences carefully, and her heart tightened.

The more I look at him, the more I feel that his attitude towards life is very negative.

The more I look at it, the more it looks like his final farewell to this world.[

"He sent another one at 7:42 in the morning..." Chanel's heart was about to suffocate. Now she just wanted to keep talking to drive away this suffocating fear, "Here it says, 'Don't feel sorry for me, this

Not pain, but relief'."

Assistant Zheng's expression worsened and he suddenly increased the accelerator.

"What does this mean? He just wrote it casually, right? He just wrote it out of his feelings..."

Shanel's hand gripped the phone hard, and her head became empty: "He won't... He won't..."

Four years ago, he gave her such a heavy blow.

He would not be so selfish and hurt her again four years later!

He won't give it up!

He won't. He won't. He won't. He won't. He won't. He won't. He won't. He won't. He won't. He won't. He won't. He won't. He won't

Will. He won't. He won't. He won't. He won't. He won't...

Chanel kept chanting in her heart, hypnotizing herself like this...

Forty minutes later, the Honda drove back to the community and downstairs.

Assistant Zheng is usually responsible for taking care of all the daily chores in Mu Xicheng, so he knows the password of the electronic lock and the key to the door.

The door lock was unlocked, and Chanel's heart was beating rapidly.

In front of me, everything remains as it was when Chanel left. The unfinished noodles are placed on the dining table. Music scores blown from the study are scattered on the floor. In the air, a piece of music is flowing quietly, which is the song "

Forest of Orange Trees".
Chapter completed!