Her hands were trembling and her heartbeat was racing.

She stood on tiptoes to reach the book, and the moment she took it down, she was sure that it was her book when she saw the familiar cover.

It's her book!

She opened the title page, and there was her name on it - Ning'an. The handwriting was beautiful but thin, like a childish college student.

It really is her book.

At this moment, Ning An had mixed feelings, his eyes were wet, and his eyes shone with surprise and shock.

What else doesn't she believe...

Mo Xiu... is actually Song Shaoyan. Why would such a thing happen in this world? Isn't this bastard dead a long time ago?

He is still alive, he is really alive...

Ning An felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. She had a mixture of emotions all at once. She didn't know what it felt like.

This complex emotion spread among her limbs and bones, like vines growing in spring, wrapping around her heart bit by bit, leaving her breathless.

Ning An is holding this collection of poems, his eyes are filled with emotions and an indescribable luster, his eyes are distracted and hesitating.

Everything around her seemed to be silent, and her heart seemed to have stopped beating, leaving only the suffocating feeling that made her unable to breathe.

Everything is like a dream.

Ah……

She had already imagined her future life, which would be stable, happy and stable. She raised Little Candy and there would be no man named Song Shaoyan in her future.

But she never thought that he was still alive in Huacheng, not far from the capital.

He is still alive.

He knew she was Ning'an when he rescued her.

Haha... didn't he hate her? Didn't he reject her? Back then, he tried every means to torture her, so why did he save her?

Ning An stood in the study room, unable to regain consciousness for a long time, feeling lost and lost.

He had already changed his name and didn't even go back when Grandpa Song died. He already wanted to get married with her, and he didn't even think about getting to know her.

Maybe...she shouldn't disturb his peaceful life anymore.

Regardless of whether he is alive or dead, they are already two parallel lines with no intersection.

She looked down at the collection of poems in her hand, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her eyes filled with tears. She held the book tightly between her fingers. She couldn't understand why he still kept this book and brought it to China.

city.

Song Shaoyan wouldn't let her enter the study room of the Song residence.

In the Song family, he and she drew very clear boundaries. He clearly drew where she could enter, where she couldn't enter, and what she couldn't take.

Therefore, after many years of marriage, she only went to his study at night when delivering supper, but he would kick him out after only a few minutes.

There is only one possibility. Both the book and the tie were taken to Africa by Song Shaoyan.

As for whether there were others, she didn't know.

He didn't even ask for the wedding ring, but he brought these inconspicuous things. Maybe he needed these.

After thinking for a long time, Ning An stood on tiptoes and put the book back to its original place.

Since this collection of poems is with him, let's keep it here, she doesn't want it anymore.

No more books, no more Song Shaoyan.

After thinking about this, the darkness in her eyes slowly dissipated, and her eyes became clear and clear.

She has completely figured out one thing, Song Shaoyan is still alive, and his name is Mo Xiu now.

He is unwilling to touch his past life, and she is unwilling to uncover this fact.
Chapter completed!