Mu Zinan looked at her affectionately but stingingly,

   "Qianqian, let me send you up, okay?"

   Ai Qianqian tried her best to support her body, shook her head, and her pale and terrifying face eased slightly, she said calmly.

   "Thank you, no, I can go up by myself."

  The deep sadness on Mu Zinan’s face seemed to be unable to dissipate anymore.

   "Shallow, even if you are a stranger, can you not help when you see passers-by?"

  ……

   Ai Qianqian took a step back, did not directly answer Mu Zinan’s question, but said,

   "No, I will call Deng Wanting and ask her to come down and pick me up.

  Goodbye. "

   Then, Ai Qianqian turned around, stepped forward, and walked towards the elevator in the parking lot slowly.

  In the dim and cold light---

  The petite and weak figure is getting farther and farther away from him...

  Mu Zinan fell on the palms of both sides of his thighs, suddenly and fiercely picked it up!

   Then, a trace was drawn in the darkness!

"boom"! ! !

   There was an uproar of smashing glass, and in this deadly depressed, even seemingly moldy air, a harsh sound was heard! ! !

   spread throughout the vast and empty underground parking lot!

  "Ticks--answer--ticks---answer---"

  The scorching blood, along the slumped palm of the hand, the pale fingers, drop, drop, wantonly flow...

   Fiercely, smashed on the black ground.

  Icy, scarlet, dazzling...

  Broken car windows, radiating cracks in the center, fragmentary slits, and Mu Zinan’s painful cheeks are slightly distorted.

  In the driver's seat, Mu Zinan fell heavily into the seat cushion.

  The palm of the hand resting on the steering wheel, the scarlet blood stains have been crusted and dried up, a shocking piece of...

  If possible, in this life, he will not tell Qian Qian the truth...

  But---

  Reality always gives the most deadly knife behind people!

  This afternoon, Lan Shuixin came to his office. Lan Shuixin sat on the sofa in the office and even smiled and said to him,

   "Anan, I hope you can tell Ai Qianqian all the truth."

  Mu Zinan thought that Lan Shuixin was joking with him, did not even raise her head to look at her, and responded indifferently.

"Stop it."

   Lan Shuixin walked straight to his desk, put the pile of materials that she had been holding in her hand since entering the office in front of him, still smiling beautifully.

   "Anan, do you think I am having trouble with you?

  This is information about Ai Qianqian. If you don't tell Ai Qianqian, then I will give this information to the media reporters, and let people across the country remind Ai Qianqian that her noble identity is all fake! "

   Mu Zinan looked at Lan Shuixin in disbelief, Bo Han’s voice was almost trembling, and he asked her coldly.

   "Shuixin, why do you do this?"

   "Because I am your fiancee, and the person who protects Ai Qianqian is Ji Tianqi, not you!"

   "Blue Water Heart, do you have to do this?!"

   "Yes. If you don't tell Ai Qianqian, then tomorrow's headlines will surely shock the whole country!

  So, Anan, do you want to do it yourself. "

  ……

  Mu Zinan understands Lan Shui Xin too!

   Too arrogant, she still refuses to accept the fact that he does not love her, obsessively thinks that she is shallowly involved in their feelings.

  She will do what she says!

The nationwide promotion of "Sword of Love" is now underway. If something happens at this time and there is a negative news about Ai Qianqian, it will not only be an important blow to "Sword of Love," it will also affect the Golden Shadow Awards at the end of this month Nominate.

   But these are not what Mu Zinan cares about.

  What he cares most is that once the truth is exposed to the public, Qian Qian will be devastated...

  Society's public opinion, the fearful rumors, the cruel reality, all of this, even he can't imagine it!

  So, he came, he would rather tell Qian Qian himself...

  On the steering wheel, the palm whose wound had been crusted, once again suddenly used force, and opened fiercely!

  In the torn flesh and blood, the gurgling scarlet blood is even more crazy...

  ……

  In the elevator that rises slowly.

   "Sister Wanting, can you come down and pick me up?"

   "Okay, I'll get down right away."

   hung up the phone, Ai Qianqian shook her body violently, leaned weakly against the inner wall of the elevator, and then slowly slipped down.

  In the cold corner, she embraced her knees with her hands.

   Those eyebrows that were drooping, sad, surging into a river...

  In the bedroom of a hotel suite.

   "Shallow, are you feeling better?"

  Deng Wanting held a cup of warm water, sat on the edge of the bed, and lifted up Ai Qianqian who was lying on the bed.

Ai Qianqian took the glass from Deng Wanting and took a sip.

  Under the faint light, Ai Qianqian’s eyes were a little red, and her weak voice was also muted, and she nodded in response.

   "Well, sister Wanting, it's already much better."

  Deng Wanting let Ai Qianqian lie down again, covered the quilt corner for Ai Qianqian, went to the other side, and lay down.

  ……

  Deng Wanting lightly patted Ai Qianqian on the shoulder, and smiled faintly between her brows.

   "Shallow, I won't ask you what happened.

  Take a good night's sleep and don't think about anything, the body is the most important thing. "

  Ai Qianqian looked at Deng Wanting moved, grateful for her understanding,

   "Sister Wanting, thank you."

  Because, she didn't want to tell anyone except Ji Moji about this matter.

  Deng Wanting’s lower jaw slightly,

   "Go to sleep."

   There is a soft "pop".

  In the bedroom---

  The faint light converged little by little, and finally turned into a small bunch of crystal lamp wick, dimmed.

  ……

  In the dimness, I heard the sound of Deng Wanting’s even breathing coming from her side, under the thin but warm goose down duvet, her small but cold body curled up, finally---

  A trembling that can’t be suppressed...

   He bit his lips tightly, and in the darkness, he turned cold and pale.

  In her mind, what she saw in the black file bag, the suicide note left by her mother, and her diary...

  Originally---

   Ai Qianqian’s mother Ye Lan and Ai Heng’an were college students from a small town. They grew up together. Ai Heng’an has always liked Ye Lan, but Ye Lan treats Ai Heng’an like his brother.

  When they were admitted to the university in City A together, Ye Lan chose the most popular English major. At that time, going abroad was almost everyone's dream, and Ai Hengan also chose the more popular political and law department.

  Although Ye Lan is a girl from a small town, she was born more beautiful than all the girls in the city. She has long black hair like satin, a tall and slender figure, and a beautiful and smart face.

  So, of course, Ye Lan became the flower of the English department, and the number of boys chasing her made Ai Hengan feel restless every day.