Sitting in the theater, Xia Changyue couldn't help turning his head to look at the people beside him from time to time.

Yang Muya seemed to be all right on the surface, but she always felt something was wrong.

On the stage, the performance was wonderful, and the spacious and luxurious theater was full of seats.

Yang Muya took it seriously, even her eyes became focused...

Xia Changyue had watched this drama very early, if it were not for Yang Muya, she would not come.

This stage play is a tragedy.

The hero and heroine in the play are childhood sweethearts. Because the girl's family went bankrupt, the two were forced to separate.

They agreed that when they grew up, they would meet at the place where they met for the first time, and then be together.

Many years have passed since time passed. When the appointed time was reached, the heroine stood hopefully under the maple tree, waiting for her lover to return, but finally learned that the hero was separated from her, and forgot her. Under the arrangement of the family, marry a wife and have children.

He betrayed their vow...

When the heroine learns the truth, she stands under the maple tree, crying heartbreakingly, and finally leaves in resentment and marries someone else.

In the final scene, I switch to a hill full of tombstones. The tombstone belonging to the hero in the play stands alone, with a maple tree beside the tomb.

When the wind rises, the maple leaves falling on the tombstone are like the scene when they met when they were children...

Xia Changyue had seen this play a long time ago.

But when I saw the last scene again, my eyes were still blushing unconsciously.

The throat is astringent.

There were many people's crying around.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at Yang Muya next to her, worrying whether she would feel uncomfortable because of her feelings.

But the Yang Muya she saw, not only did not cry, her beautiful face did not even have too many emotions, she just watched the performance end peacefully.

"If it were me, I would rather he really betrayed his vow and marry another person, rather than want him to die." Yang Muya opened her lips suddenly, and there was a complex light in her eyes.

"..." Xia Changyue was startled.

"At least he is alive. I can hate him for a lifetime and wait to see his miserable end."

"Ms. Yang..." Xia Changyue's crystal eyes flashed, a little confused, Yang Muya was talking about the stage play, or the person she was looking for.

"Don't worry, I have lived alone for so many years, and I will not give up on myself." Yang Muya met her worried gaze, and said lightly.

She didn't believe that Wei Qingsi was really dead.

If he really died, why not return his daughter to her?

She wants to cheer up and continue to find her daughter...

"It's fine if you want to drive. When I was a kid, my dad often took me to the theater to watch performances. He always said that many things in life are easy to be fascinated by the authorities. Sometimes you have to understand your own way by looking at other people's stories.

Xia Changyue recalled the happy time with her parents in her childhood, and felt a little pain in her heart when she thought of her current home destroyed.

"You love your father very much?" Yang Muya asked faintly after following her out.

"Well, my dad is a very powerful person. In my impression, my dad is like a god. He can do everything. He also likes stage plays. As long as he has time, he takes me to the theater. My family used to have his own Shopping malls, but my father never forced me to inherit the family business, but encouraged me to pursue my dreams. He is the person in this world who loves me the most!"

Speaking of Xia Hua, Xia Changyue's curved eyebrows became bright.