The man's eyebrows frowned at a level she could detect.

Xia Yuxun knew that he guessed right.

She also knew that the reason why he allowed her to lock him and allow her to pester him was just to make her completely give up.

However, he too overestimated her too much.

It was enough here, she couldn't stand to watch him marry another woman.

Xia Yuxun shrugged her shoulders, waved her hand relaxedly, and muttered, "Forget it, don't lock you, what's the use of locking your body...and you can't lock your heart..."

Hearing this, the man's arm trembled slightly, and he stiffened for a while before slowly letting it go.

"Forget it..." She lowered her head and said "Forget it" again, but this time her tone seemed to be drained of all her strength, she was forced to compromise.

She knew that with Tang Jue's current ability, if he really wanted to investigate, even if Tang Zhen hindered him, he could find out her true identity and his own past.

But he never did, or maybe he knew it but didn't care.

Oh, just as Tang Jue was the identity, she still admired his unruffled character.

However, no matter what, she has no meaning to stay.

She is no longer the fearless little girl who is ignorant and ignorant of the world, she will not look back even if she hits the south wall, she will have to break her head until her blood drains...

She has done everything, and all that is left is to obey the fate.

Moreover, she suddenly understood Tang Jue's mood. The man in front of her who did not have the slightest reminiscence with her sometimes really made her feel awkward of derailment during marriage...

Xia Yuxun closed her eyes, then raised her head again to look at the man in front of her, and slowly said, "Tang Jue, you said to me before that the past has no meaning to you, and the people in the past... It's just a stranger..."

Having said this, her eyebrows were stained with a trace of desolation, and after a pause, she continued to say with some self-deprecation, "Actually, you are also to me, and you are just a...stranger...you are not him..."

It is difficult to say a word, but also firm. Those clever eyes did not contain any emotion or meaning at the moment, they were entirely the eyes of strangers.

At this moment, the entire back of the man in the wheelchair froze, and the knuckles of the hand placed on his side began to turn white. The undercurrent of his eyes was like a tsunami under a hundred thousand feet, but his face remained the same. It does not show the mountains without dew, just like the top of the everlasting snow-capped mountains.

"Sorry, Mr. Tang, I've interrupted this time." Xia Yuxun slowly stood up while speaking, and bowed slightly to the man, then turned and left step by step until he stepped out of the door. ...

The old housekeeper was a little worried after thinking about it, so he stood secretly at the top of the stairs and looked at the two people in the living room.

He saw the girl bend down slightly, and he seemed to be alone, then turned and left without looking back.

He saw the young master sitting stiffly in a wheelchair. He hadn't looked at the girl's eyes straight before but stared at her leaving behind. His eyes were extremely deep and dark, like restraint, like struggle, It contains a certain kind of nostalgia, and it seems to contain a certain deep pain...

The shadow of him sitting in a wheelchair was dragged behind him for a long time in the dim light, and it looked like he was abandoned, lonely as if the whole world was only left with him and the shadow behind him...