"Yan Chengchi, I can't assume that nothing has happened, just like you can't just watch me deal with Yan Sheng, between us..."

Xia Changyue gritted his teeth, couldn't tell how to break up, pushed him away, stopped a car, and left the hospital.

Seeing him standing on the side of the road, her stiff body, she covered her mouth with her hands and couldn't cry.

-

Xia Changyue shut herself in the room and did not go out for three days.

Every day I just sit on the balcony in a daze, like a porcelain doll whose soul has been taken away.

Only when Yang Muya came to tell her the progress of the investigation would her eyes become clear.

But as soon as Yang Muya left, she would start to be in a daze again.

Once there is tangible evidence that Yan Sheng instructed the car accident, she and Yan Chengchi can't go back...

Sometimes, she even thought, if the information Yang Muya found was false, it would be fine.

She would rather believe that the car accident that year was just an accident, and she didn't want to have anything to do with Yan's family or Yan Chengchi.

"Miss, you haven't eaten anything for a day. If you continue to do this, your body will not be able to stand it. Drink a bowl of chicken soup, right?" The butler held the soup cup and walked to Xia Changyue's side, reminding worriedly.

"I'm not hungry, Uncle Ming, where's my mother?" Xia Changyue regained consciousness and asked suddenly.

"Madam went out. I heard that there are new clues. Madam took someone to check it. She saw that Miss was in a bad mood, so she didn't call you." The housekeeper looked at Xia Changyue, whose face was getting haggard day by day, and quickly opened the lid. Pass the soup cup to Xia Changyue.

"Miss, you have some soup anyhow, if you continue like this, how can you bring the bad guys to justice?"

"..." Xia Changyue's gloomy eyes rolled, listening to the housekeeper's words, picked up the spoon, and sipped the soup mouthful.

Drink all the chicken soup before letting the butler leave.

As soon as he was about to lie down on the tatami, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, turning in from outside the courtyard of the Yang family.

Xia Changyue was stunned, looking at the people walking towards her room, Zitong tightened, turned and entered the room, closed the French windows, tightened the curtains, lay on the bed, and wrapped herself in a quilt.

"Don't you want to see me that way?" Yan Chengchi's long figure stood alone on the balcony.

The black windbreaker, rising with the wind, set off the breath of his body even more lonely.

The demon's face was pale, as if she hadn't slept for a few days, and her black eyes stared at Xia Changyue's room without turning.

He knew she was inside, but he didn't want to see him.

In his mind, the scene of him sneaking into Yang's house suddenly appeared.

At that time, she was smiling like a flower. Seeing him, like a little fox, she pounced on him, hugged his neck, and buried her face in his chest to act like a baby.

Within a few days, they became strangers.

Was it that when she was sure that the car accident was really designed by his uncle, she would hate him together?

Yan Chengchi's complexion became paler, and the contours of his perfect face became tight.

The hand on his side, making a silent fist, did not know how long he stood on the balcony before turning and leaving disappointedly.

As soon as his figure disappeared, the curtains suddenly opened.

Xia Changyue opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at his disappearing figure, hugged herself helplessly, squatted to the ground, her **** face was invisible, tears were already streaming down her face...

"Yan Chengchi, what should I do?"