I don't want to escape, but I feel upset.

Xi Yan died at the hands of Chi Yun after all. This guess was verified and said by Cao Zeming himself.

Does Gu Fengli know?

Chi Yun, it’s really terrible!

Isn't this the case with Cao Yingzhi?

When Qiao Yimo changed her clothes and came out, Cao Zeming was sitting on the sofa, looking up at her, as if waiting for a verdict.

How could she blame him? That was his mother!

However, Xi Yan's life was almost taken away, and her own life was almost taken away! Liquidation cannot be afforded, but when she came out, she wanted to accuse and ask him why he didn't call the police and why he let Chi go like this.

When the clouds fell, she was speechless.

Because she saw the person sitting on the sofa was so remorseful and so sad.

These days, he has been tortured by Yunxiang's things and has no time to breathe. He drags his almost disabled body after the car accident to the company to fight with those old guys with ulterior motives. He is also exhausted physically and mentally! He can't stand it either.

The condemnation of conscience, right? That’s why he was so entangled and hurt, and finally told her the truth after the desperate lingering!

When he saw her coming out, his eyes clearly flashed with hope and caution, but he instantly regained his composure. His face, as cold as jade, seemed to be covered with a light layer of cold air, covering up his uneasiness, despair and fear.

She is his only salvation!

What he said suddenly came to her mind, and all the accusations could not be uttered at this moment!

She didn't speak, but her mind wandered for a moment, and then she walked to the kitchen.

Until the sound of pots and pans came from the kitchen, Cao Zeming looked blankly in the direction of the kitchen, surprised by her behavior. Why didn't she say anything?

You can't bear it!

Because I knew he was in a dilemma, I didn’t say anything!

It was precisely because of not saying anything that he felt deeply regretful and self-blame. He looked through the glass in the living room at Qiao Yimo who was busy cooking in the kitchen.

It was as if nothing had happened. She was cooking quietly, just like in the past few days, after she was discharged from the hospital, she made porridge for him every day regardless of her own health.

There was no expression on her face, she was very calm.

The sky outside the window is very bright, maybe because of the snow! The whole earth is shrouded in the thin and bright morning light.

He finally couldn't hold it any longer and walked towards the kitchen, standing at the door and looking at her without saying a word.

She turned around and asked him: "What do you want to eat today?"

He still looked at her and said nothing.

She asked again: "Is it good to add egg drops to millet porridge?"

Only then did a warm arc appear at the corner of his mouth. "Okay!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he drooped again.

He wanted to ask her, Momo, what do you think, but he didn't dare to ask because he was afraid that she would say something else! He was afraid that she would say something that she wanted to pursue, and he was even more afraid that she would say that she would leave.

She began to wash rice and cook porridge, then beat eggs, and prepared side dishes.

He watched her busy and saw her wearing a wig that reached her ears. He felt sad and distressed. He knew that he was unworthy of her. If he was held accountable, his mother would have to risk her life! Or she would be imprisoned for the rest of her life.

But no matter how bad she is, she is still his mother!

Sun He called and said that she was enjoying the summer breeze and sunshine on the farm in Australia. She was very happy, and his heart couldn't help but hurt.

Because, many times, he really hates her.

Why can she be so shameless, have fun and do whatever she wants without asking anything, but he has to bear so many debts of conscience for her?

He also wanted to do without these, but he couldn't do it!

During the days when Momo and he were in City B, they bought a small suite with three bedrooms and one living room.

She didn't live in a villa and couldn't clean it, so he bought an apartment. It was very warm and this was their home in City B.

He cherishes this home very much. The living room is very warm and there is no major decoration. Because he bought an existing house and it was renovated, he bought the furniture and moved in directly. The living room is in warm colors and has a very IKEA feel.

This is their home!

Every day when he came back from exhaustion, he had hot soup and hot water. When he left in the morning, he had hot porridge and rice. His clothes were neatly dressed and his little wife ironed them neatly for him.

He cherishes it and is also afraid of it.

His heart is in turmoil every day.

He finally couldn't bear to tell her, but what he got in return was her silence. She didn't speak, but his heart was hanging.

After breakfast, she went to find clothes for him. While he was putting on his shirt, she arranged it for him, tied his collar and tie herself, then brought him his suit and coat, and polished his leather shoes.

"Momo..." he called her before leaving the house.

She smiled and said nothing about that matter, only said: "Come back soon!"

"Yeah!" He looked at her deeply, and finally went to work without saying anything.

At noon, he received a phone call, and he called him desperately: "Dr. Cao, my wife has gone to the cemetery!"

Cao Zeming's hand holding the phone froze, "I know, protect her!"

"yes!"

"Don't disturb her!" Cao Zeming warned again.

"Yes, don't worry!" the driver said.

After the heavy snow, when I came to the cemetery, there was a cold atmosphere everywhere.

With a bouquet of orange flowers in her hand, she walked towards Xiyan's tombstone.

In the cemetery, after it snowed, there seemed to be people still working on the tombstones. They seemed to be constructing the tombstones. Not far ahead, there were several people setting up the tombstones. Qiao Yimo just glanced at it and seemed to see a familiar shadow.

But he shook his head, how could it be Gu Fengli! However, just now, it seemed that he really saw Gu Fengli's figure, but when he looked again, he found that it was several craftsmen!

In winter like this, it would be a happy thing to be buried after snowing. The auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, so I hope it is a good sign.

She walked to Xiyan's tombstone holding the flowers, put them down, faced her photo, looked at it for a long time, and finally lowered her head in shame. "Xiyan, what should I do? Tell Gu Fengli to track down Chi Yun and ask her to

Should I risk my life, or should I pretend not to know anything and continue to muddle along?"

She lowered her head for a long time, then raised it up, facing the smiling face on the tombstone, her magnanimous eyes, like the bright moon in the sky, like the white snow. She felt ashamed of her selfishness, and she also felt sorry for Cao Zeming's helplessness and selfishness.

Responsible!

But what should Gu Fengli do?

Knowing that Chi Yun is the real murderer, how can he live up to the sincerity of his love for Xi Yan if he doesn't pursue it?

Why is it so difficult to get to where we are today?

I want to say it, but I dare not say it.

Too many scruples, too many fears, gnawing at her heart.

She stood in front of Xiyan's tombstone for two full hours. The cold wind was biting and her smile remained unchanged. They were so similar, but Xiyan was the sun.

And she is like obscure dust, and now she can no longer even have an open heart and mind!

Is this what she should sacrifice for Zeming?

There was not much heat in his body, but now it was even colder. His thin body was trembling in the white snow. He seemed to have made up his mind, and there was a touch of determination in his eyes. Then he turned around and was about to leave, but in an instant he saw that he was not far behind him.

, a tall figure standing.

The slender figure in the dark gray coat stood tall and straight, and in the snow-covered snow, he looked even more slender and handsome. There was no expression on the resolute face, but the deep eyes looked into hers.

Qiao Yimo was shocked.

Gu Fengli had already spoken: "Come and see Xiyan!"

Use affirmative statements rather than rhetorical questions.

She was a little surprised. Was the shadow she saw just now him? It wasn't an illusion! Who was he building a monument over there?

"Yes!" She nodded. Then she asked, "Will you come to see Xiyan too?"

"No!" He denied. "I'm not here to see Xiyan today!"

She was stunned.

"Come and erect a monument to a very important person!" he said.

She was slightly surprised.

He looked at her with pity and melancholy flashing in his eyes. Finally he opened his mouth but said nothing.

More than three months have passed since the incident. After Liang Qing was buried, he never saw Gu Fengli again. He took a long sick leave to rest, and he gave him instructions.

See you again now, with a sense of vicissitudes of time passing by!

He is still the same, but he seems to have changed!

He seemed to be thinner than before, and he was full of perseverance, but also had a touch of deliberate alienation, and seemed not to be so, but seemed to have a touch of warmth.

He walked over, then stood one and a half meters away from him, looking at the tombstone.

He said: "Xiyan must be very happy to have you. Thank you for the warmth you have given me and her daughter."

She knew something was different, and he was really relieved! More than three months of precipitation had made this man relieved of a lot of things.
To be continued...