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Yi Wanjun hears the sound of soft footsteps at the door, and her eyes still stay in the sky outside the window.

What he said was to Du Qingjin who entered the ward at this time, "you're here."

Then she slowly turned her head and looked at Du Qingjin at the door.

Her tone was very calm and not surprised, because she had been waiting for her to come. Now she finally waited. Naturally, she was not surprised.

Du Qingjin's footsteps were slightly stunned, but a trace of surprise flashed in his heart, and then he recovered his peace. "Originally, you've been waiting for me. I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

The tone of the conversation between the two people at this time is like two good friends who haven't seen each other for a long time. There is no estrangement.

Only those who know the relationship between them know.

Yi Wanjun nodded and motioned her to do it. She smiled and said, "it's been ten years. It's long enough."

Du Qingjin was not polite either. She came to the bedside, opened a chair and sat down.

Hearing Yi Wanjun's profound words, he just pulled his lips calmly, "how can it be? I haven't just seen it a few days ago."

Then she glanced at Yi Wanjun's leg under the quilt.

Yi Wanjun sighed, "can you tell me how you've lived these years?"

Du Qingjin looked at Yi Wanjun quietly. When she heard her question, she couldn't help but sneer with a nasal voice, "Yi Wanjun, can you put away your hypocrisy? It's time. Do you think those are still important?"

Yi Wanjun ignored her sarcasm, but insisted on repeating the question just now, "how have you lived these years? Why did you painstakingly design a fake death scam? Haven't you thought about it? He is innocent and why should he accept all this?"

At the thought of the moment Du Qingjin appeared in the abandoned factory that day, Shen Zhizhuo's sadness and loss from the bottom of her eyes deeply hurt her heart.

Du Qingjin seemed to hear some funny jokes. She even looked up and laughed. She didn't stop laughing until the corners of her eyes were wet.

"He's innocent. Hehe, Yi Wanjun, who do you say is not innocent?" Du Qingjin released a cold smell and deep sadness when she said this.

This made Yi Wanjun a little confused, but she didn't speak. She just heard Du Qingjin say, "do you know why I hate you and Shen Hongyuan so much?"

Yi Wanjun just slightly frowned and didn't speak, but waited patiently for her next words.

Du Qingjin didn't follow the topic just now. As soon as the conversation turned, she looked into Yi Wanjun's eyes and said strangely, "what kind of feeling do you think it is to burn your children to ashes, huh?"

Hearing her words, Yi Wanjun shivered all over, and then she bit her lower lip hard. It seemed that she was reminded of the most painful scar in her heart, and her painful face turned as white as paper.

The hand on the quilt was clenched into a fist, and the nail was embedded in the palm. There was a sharp stabbing pain, but it could not dissipate the pain at the bottom of my heart, which was several times thicker than this.

Seeing her words, Du Qingjin smiled with satisfaction, "is it very painful? Is that kind of heart splitting pain that makes you want to be burned to ashes? Is that kind of despair that makes you feel that every breath is a sin?"

Du Qingjin's expression at this time became a little crazy. Seeing her like this, the people in the next ward couldn't sit still.

They talked about whether they could not let her stay in the same room with Yi Wanjun. If she suddenly did something to hurt Yi Wanjun, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It was Uncle Lin, the elder here, who stood up and stopped everyone, "Madam said that without her sign, everyone had better not appear suddenly."

Hearing uncle Lin's reminder, they had to be patient and continue to observe the situation in the next ward.

Yi Wanjun looks at Du Qingjin strangely, and there is a strong unease in her heart. Her performance is too strange. Why does she seem to have experienced it when she says this.

But on second thought, she felt that her idea was too absurd, but just when she denied her sudden absurd idea, Du Qingjin said again: ""

Du Qingjin slowly raised her hands and looked at them carefully in front of her eyes. "Ha ha, Yi Wanjun, how do you feel about the pain of losing your son? Can you share it with me?"

Yi Wanjun's eyes have been covered with water mist. Yes, she's right. When she learned that her child died at birth, she couldn't sleep at night.

Later, she was forced to burn the child's remains to ashes, and finally ended up with no bones. The heart piercing pain had made her lose her faith in survival, so she wanted to replace everyone's life with her own life that day.

Know today, as long as the thought of that bitter child, she can't breathe with heartache.

Seeing Yi Wanjun's two lines of clear tears in the corner of her eyes, Du Qingjin smiled triumphantly. "You said that if a person suffered the pain of losing a son twice in a row, what do you think that person would do, would he collapse and jump down from the high 15th floor to end the pain? Huh?"

Yi Wanjun was completely stunned by Du Qingjin's words and seemed unable to pick her up. At this time, she looked confused. She forced down the sharp pain in her heart. She frowned suspiciously and asked, "what are you going to say?"

Du Qingjin stood up slowly, walked to the window and looked down at the slightly blurred snow downstairs from a high place.

He raised his head again and looked at the sky as if within reach.

When she saw her hand in front of her, her eyes suddenly sank, and the Qi field around the whole person became sad.

He kept his posture facing the window, put both hands in front of him, looked at them carefully for a while, and then said, "what white hands, but I can't wait to cut them off. Do you know why?"

She didn't turn back, so she turned her back to Yi Wanjun on the hospital bed and asked calmly.

Without waiting for Yi Wanjun behind her to respond to her, she said to herself again: "because it was these hands that buried my child, my child, he was so obedient and lovely. Before he came to call me mother, she was ruthlessly buried by it..."

Du Qingjin's words were like an atomic bomb, which exploded among all those who heard them.

All the people who heard her words, without exception, were like being struck by lightning. They were stunned and motionless. They seemed unable to believe what she had just said.

Yi Wanjun, including herself, and everyone in the other ward didn't know. At this time, outside Yi Wanjun's ward, there were two tall figures standing at the door, listening to everything in the ward.

Ling CHENFENG worried and turned to see Shen Zhihuo standing beside him, pale and weak as if he would fall in the next second.

However, he was surprisingly calm at this time, and there was no expression on his face, but his hands on both sides of his body tightly clenched into fists. Because of his strength, the green veins on the back of his hands were faintly visible. Just when Ling CHENFENG was worried and wanted to comfort him, the remaining light in the corner of his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a few drops of bright red dripping slowly from the gap of his fist, It hit the ground beside your feet and splashed extremely tiny blood.

At this time, a voice came from the ward.

However, the content of the conversation heard this time has completely exceeded the tolerance limit of everyone, including Shen Zhijiao. A shocking truth overturned everyone's cognition.