Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

He raised his hand, raised her chin and said seriously, "tomorrow, we will go to the funeral together. I will accompany you to see how he completely disappears from the world."

His words are vicious and mean, but she doesn't care about it. What she cares about is that she can finally see Qi Aozhi tomorrow, and finally accompany him through the last journey in the world, which is also her last journey. Think of this, her lips bloom a sad smile, she said to the man in the heart: "proud, wait for me."

There are many raindrops floating in the sky. It is not yesterday's heavy rain, but it gives people a lingering and stagnant sense of heaviness.

Jiang Shiyu is wearing a simple black skirt. Her long black hair is loosely rolled up behind her head. She is a bit scattered. Her plain face is pale without a trace of blood. Her small chin is even thinner. Her big black eyes are even bigger. There are no tears in her eyes, but the sadness and despair in her eyes make people dare not look directly at her.

When she got out of the car, Meng Yuqi stood beside her. As soon as he got out of the car, he held her hand firmly and forcefully.

From where they got off, looking up, Qi Aozhi's funeral was in the largest hall in the funeral home above. Meng Yuqi turned her face and looked at the woman beside her. Her face was calm, but such calmness made life cool from the bottom of my heart. He held her more tightly, lowered his head and said in her ear, "Jiang Shiyu, don't play tricks for me. After the funeral, come home with me immediately."

She didn't speak, just slightly looked up and focused on the white curtain floating on the top of the stone steps. Her thoughts seemed to be immersed in an unknown world, and everything in reality had nothing to do with her.

Meng Yuqi glared, but he was helpless. He had to hold her hand harder, and they walked toward the stone ladder.

Step by step, the long stone ladder is collapsing. Jiang Shiyu's eyes are gradually blurred. It seems that she has returned to the original time. At that time, he and she were ignorant teenagers, but they couldn't resist the rooting and germination of emotion. It's a pity that they never waited until the day when they bloom and bear fruit.

Never forget the scene when he pushed her away at the critical moment. The blood on the ground has become a nightmare that she can never solve. Unfortunately, time can't go back and people can't live again. Originally, all hate is so ridiculous, the deepest love, clearly has been deeply rooted in each other's hearts, but love each other here to kill.

Tears, after all, are down the cheek drop by drop. She hated him for so long, loved him for so long, and he was really gone? Really, just disappeared in this world? I can't even hear her say sorry to him.

Finally, I stepped on the last stone ladder. If I step forward, I can see him. Jiang Shiyu wants to free her hand from the man around her, but his hand shackles her like an iron hoop. She thinks in her heart, Meng Yuqi, does he really think he can control her for a lifetime, shackle her for a lifetime? As long as, as long as you see Aozhi's last glance, she will not be concerned in this world.