The runaway wife of the president of the empire

Because it was raining, the streets and alleys were very quiet. Mu Yiyi stretched out his hand to caress the stone wall beside him, and carefully looked at the signs hanging on the lintels, which would tell people where this place was, what major events happened here, and what happened. People are born or die here.

Dante who wrote "Divine Comedy", Leonardo da Vinci who painted "Mona Lisa", Michelangelo who sculpted "David" and "Pieta"...

All presented here.

After walking for a while, Mu Yiyi stopped, she was a little excited but also a little cautious, she always felt that her footprints would overlap with Lei Yufeng's footprints at this moment!

He grew up in this city, and he must have come here to find those characters deep in his memory that appear in history, biographies, and novels. [

He must be running and playing in the streets and alleys with his little friends.

In this ancient city, there are footprints of his growth.

She seemed to be able to see his tall figure, smell his fragrant breath, and hear him call her a stupid woman dotingly!

How long have we been apart?She began to miss it painfully!

"Feng, I miss you! What about you? Miss me?" She squatted down the street, hugged the cake like a wronged child, and sobbed.

He must have hated her, he must have thought she hated him too!

The moment he shot, she really hated her, but when she couldn't see him, she felt heart-piercing pain.

Missing is like a poison that devours her heart, devouring her flesh and blood, her flesh, and her soul.

"Forget me! Feng, forget me! Just let me suffer alone, I want you to be happy! You must be happy! At least you must be happier than me!"

"Feng, I love you! I love you! I love you!"

She whispered in her heart over and over again, tears soaked the cake carton that had already been stained wet by raindrops.

She always wanted to live happily with him, she always wanted to stay by his side well, to be his woman, his lover, and his wife!

But, she can't do anything, she can only be sad, miss, and be alone...

The suppressed weeping looked more and more desolate and lonely in the rain.

"Miss! Is there anything I can help you with?" an Italian grandmother asked standing in front of her holding an umbrella.

Mu Yiyi stood up in a panic. Although she couldn't understand what the old man was saying, she could tell that the old man cared about her.

So, wiping his face covered with rain and tears with his hands, he replied in English: "I'm fine, I'm fine!"

Taking some staggering and flustered steps, Mu Yiyi shuttled through the streets and alleys, and finally stopped after a while, and when he turned around, there was no one behind him.

She was not familiar with the city, and seemed lost in her haste. [

The intertwined alleys seem to have exits everywhere, and seem to have no end anywhere.

She was a little anxious, looked behind, but took a step forward, and bumped into someone's arms at an intersection.

The cake fell to the floor and muddy water stained the surface of the box.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" Mu Yiyi repeatedly apologized in English, and without looking at anyone, she bent down and reached out to pick up the box containing the cake.

Take off the satin ribbon, open the box, and the cake inside is beyond recognition.

Biting her lip, she silently sealed the box again sadly and tied it with a ribbon.