Therefore, when Yu Jinwen had a car accident, she staged a "fake death" and went to Beicheng, marrying him without hesitation. They were opposed to it at first, but they were not firm enough to stop her.

If they had known that many things would happen later, even if she would hate them, they would never have agreed to her staying with him for those three years.

It's a pity that without if, time will never go back. Perhaps, this is the so-called fate.

Bai Luyu also felt a little sour in his heart, "To be honest, I'm quite sad too. Although Yu Jinwen was not good to our Xiaoliu during that marriage, he really wanted to make up for it during his lifetime and even risked his life...

..”

He choked with sobs and couldn't speak any more.

Ji Yun's eyes were filled with sadness, "Perhaps, he wanted to compensate in this way. It's just that people cannot be resurrected after death, and the price paid is too high. In fact, they could have been fine."

Quan Yeqian took a long puff of cigarette, his eyes cast a shadow.

"What's the point of talking about this now? Everyone is dead. No matter what he did to Xiaoliu during his lifetime, everything is over. The most important thing now is that Xiaoliu can get back on his feet."

He Shen sighed softly, "It's difficult. A man she has loved for ten years has taken up half of her life for more than twenty years, and it ends in this way. Who can bear it?"

live?"

The four brothers sighed at the same time, feeling sad for Yu Jinwen and even more sad for Nan Song.

Their Xiaoliu is really too difficult...

*

"eat something."

Luo Junheng said to Nan Song: "Drinking on an empty stomach hurts your stomach. As a doctor, you don't need me to give you popular science and health knowledge, right?"

Nan Song didn't want to eat, but looking at his elder brother's face, he picked up the honey water and drank it.

Just halfway through drinking, my stomach started to feel queasy.

She stood up suddenly, covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom, vomiting violently.

She vomited out all the wine she drank. She didn't eat anything, and there was nothing to vomit. It was all acidic water, and she almost vomited out bile.

A big hand gently rubbed her back, Luo Junheng handed over the water glass and asked her to rinse her mouth.

After vomiting, my brain became much clearer, but my face became even more ugly.

"Brother," Nan Song spoke softly, with a pale and weak smile on his face, "I thought I was just dreaming. Now that I woke up from the dream, I realized that he was really dead."

Completely left her.

Luo Junheng felt a pain in his heart, but the expression on his face remained indifferent, "Death may not be a relief sometimes. Instead of you two continuing to torture each other, it is better to say goodbye in this way."

"But, he didn't even say goodbye."

Nan Song's voice was weak, like a terminally ill patient with no strength at all, "What kind of farewell is this?"

Luo Junheng was silent and didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, he said slowly: "Sometimes you don't say goodbye, but maybe you still have something to think about. When your sister-in-law left, she said goodbye to me with a smile. She said she doesn't blame me."

Luo Junheng frowned slightly, and the hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, "But I don't blame myself every day."

Nan Song raised his eyes and looked at Luo Junheng. Because of his words, tears fell again unsatisfactorily.

The rain outside is still miserable, hitting the glass windows like hitting people's hearts.

"We have to survive after all, because we still have family members who love us, and we still have many responsibilities to fulfill."
Chapter completed!