"Hahaha...hahaha..." Bai Hanxin's almost crazy laughter came from the restaurant.

The bodyguard standing outside the door twitched in the corner of his mouth: Grandma, don’t you think it’s an unethical thing to build your happiness on our young master?

Tony secretly wiped his tears: Master, I counted on my fingers, you owed Bai Hanxin in your previous life, and you were destined to suffer in this life.

As for Bai Hanxin, I haven’t laughed so sincerely for a long time.

Suddenly, facing the sun, I felt that life was not as dark as I imagined.

On this day, she entered the place she was most afraid to face in so many days: the cemetery.

The autumn atmosphere is getting stronger, and the two rows of trees on the roadside of the cemetery are floating, and the autumn scenery is bleak, cool and cool.

She had already found out the address, but she had never dared to come.

It's like she never dared to face it or admit it.

Now, standing in front of his cemetery and looking at the frozen smile in the photo, she gradually smiled.

A smile that is more desolate than autumn.

She placed the white red spider flower in her hand in front of the tomb.

The white red shore flower also has a very beautiful name: Mandala Hua.

That was the flower that Han Sanshao liked the most during his lifetime.

However, Mandalahua is the word: despair of love.

She stretched out her hand and touched the photo of him on the tombstone, "You love Mandalahua the most, but now you have turned into Manzhushahua."

Manjushahua, the flowers blooming in heaven.

"I heard that after a person dies, he realizes that he is dead after the first seventh." She smiled faintly, as if he was standing in front of him, "But why haven't you ever dreamed of it?"

She stood up, faced the autumn wind, feeling a chill.

In this way, as if he was fixed, he stood quietly in front of his tomb, motionless.

The wind gradually blew her hair.

I don’t know how long it took, her cold voice came, “Did you blame me for marrying Shangguan Linghao?” She never shed a tear, her voice was a bit sucked.

She turned around and left step by step.

The wind came her most bitter and her most helpless.

"But I'm at the end of my journey, and seeking justice for you is the only thing I can do for you."

She said again: "San Young Master, I've found my sister."

A strong wind blew up, and the fallen leaves were flying around, blurring her back.

However, no one knew that after Bai Hanxin left, there was an extra figure in front of Han San Shao’s tomb.

Slim and straight.

He put down the white chrysanthemum in his hand and turned around and left.

Before leaving, he left a sentence: You have become the person she loves the most forever.

In this world, living people can never compete for favor with dead people.

***The big brand cold wife returns: Please sign the divorce***

However, Han San Shao’s “death certificate” is just a conspiracy.

The ashes in the cemetery are just an innocent passerby.

On the night when Han San Shao and Bai Hanxin had an accident, someone rescued a young man by the beach in a small town in Linhai.

He was about 20 years old, with a handsome face and was injured by a gunshot, and only breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he was rescued in the end.

Unfortunately, when he woke up a week later, he had forgotten everything, including himself.

In many cases, the God of Destiny has already laid out everything for you, waiting for you to step into his trap step by step.

Perhaps, many years later, you broke free from the control of the God of Destiny, but at that time, things had changed.

When it is time to separate, it will inevitably be separated, and when it is time to reunite... it is naturally inevitable.

The God of Destiny is evil.
Chapter completed!