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It was only later that Shu Xiangnan heard that she had been sent to prison.

Sentenced to fifteen years.

The charge - manslaughter.

The deceased was her father.

Shu Xiangnan came to see her.

Miao Yujia sat at the iron railing, tilted her head, still with an innocent look and a bright smile, and greeted her.

"Since you can watch him get better, why can't you watch yourself get better?" Shu Xiangnan asked.

Miao Yujia looked at her for a long time and said, "Is he okay?"

"That's enough."

It is said that in love stories, we must distinguish first come first served.

But no one knows.

It was not the first time she and Wen Cenjiang met at the law firm.

Their actual meeting was even a long, long time ago.

When I arrived early, I didn't even recognize Cen Jiang.

He just held her shaky hand out of his professional habit.

She was sixteen years old and was beaten by her alcoholic father until her head was bleeding. She ran out trembling and squatted on the roadside, covered with a suit jacket.

"if you need."

"I'm a lawyer and I can help you for free."

That business card still remains in her bedroom drawer.

It's just that she was too timid and never had the courage to fight back.

Later, she finally had the courage for the only time in her life.

Just do everything you can to push him out of this quagmire.

You are nothing like me.

I am very happy.

The perspective gradually shifts, the night is always long and boundless, and the bright moon in the sky casts its frosty white light on the world.

Wait for the green trees to gradually turn yellow, wait for the sunlight to flow between the mottled pine trees, wait for the flowers to bloom and fade, wait for a winter snow, wait for the dead trees to sprout.

Time is like floating in the cracks, and two years have passed before you know it.

The skyscrapers in the foreign center are bustling and attract business elites from all over the world. "Ah Xu, how about going to the restaurant we went to last time tonight? Their steak is very good." The young man walked side by side with Xu Zhi and said with a smile.

Xu Zhi was wearing high heels, a long black dress, and long curly hair. She was aggressively beautiful, with seductive eyes and eyebrows: "Today? Ask Linda if they are going. If they are going, I will go too."

The young man nodded and looked behind Xu Zhi, a little hesitant: "Xu Lu, do you know that oriental man?"

"He's been watching you."

Xu Zhi turned around.

Fate seemed to go back thousands of years.

On the streets of a foreign country, the Statue of Liberty holds a badge high.

The blue sky, the rows of French-style buildings, and the bright sunshine filling the shade of the trees and the stone slabs make everything look like a richly colored oil painting.

The man stood there, wearing a black windbreaker and a black turtleneck sweater underneath.

The wind blew through the soft hair.

It was a very reserved Asian face, with a high and deep nose.

Xu Zhi still remembers his face.

From countless broken memories, his features were sketched out inch by inch.

At this moment, his breath was warm and lazy, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her was distant and unfamiliar.

Xu Zhi stood still where he was.

Look him in the eye.

I was not surprised at all, as if I had expected it a thousand times.

then.

A man in a black suit walked up to Wen Cenjiang.

He looked away and talked to someone.

Polite, yet unconventional.

A few days later, Xu Zhi heard about the partner of Junhe Law Firm, whose surname was Wen.

The two met only at work and had no intersection.

They are one of the few Chinese people in the law firm, and it is easy for others to associate them with each other.

"Wen, do you know each other?" (End of this chapter)