Jiang Shu's eyes were clear and clear, and she smiled slyly: "Song Shaoyan, I want to ask you a question. If you answer me, I will leave."

"explain."

"Have you ever slept with a woman? Are you like that old virgin Jiang Ci?"

"I'm married, what do you think?"

"It's amazing, it's amazing, I'm married." Jiang Shu snorted coldly, "Okay, I'm done asking, let's go."

Jiang Shu put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

She is the kind of woman who does things quickly and is not sloppy at all. She leaves as soon as she says it.

Jiang Shu didn't have many things, so she packed them up a little and left through the front door.

Seeing Jiang Shu leave, Zhang De dared to come out.

"Mr. Song, your luggage has been put away."

"Well." Song Shaoyan sat upright and didn't say much. There was a dark look in his narrow eyes, "You can go back to the capital."

"Mr. Song, if you need anything, just call me, whether it's work or life."

Song Shaoyan did not speak.

Zhang De knew that Song Shaoyan had become more taciturn since he woke up. When Jiang Ci was around, he could make Song Shaoyan lose his temper. But now, I'm afraid Song Shaoyan is not even interested in talking to others.

"Mr. Song, take care." Zhang De said goodbye.

Zhang De left the living room.

Song Shaoyan looked out the window.

The world of Mo Mansion has changed a long time ago. Previously, it was bustling with red flowers and purple trees, but now it is entering late autumn and approaching winter, and the place is also showing a sense of decadence and depression.

Mo Xiu helped the wheelchair to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The garden outside can be seen from the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The large peach blossom forest outside the house only has bare tree trunks, no peach blossoms, no leaves, and no more beautiful peach blossoms and willows in spring.

The weather in Hwaseong is not very good either, it is gloomy and it looks like it will rain at any time.

He has spent five spring and autumn years in Huacheng.

The wind outside made a whistling sound. Song Shaoyan narrowed his eyes and looked outside silently, sitting motionless like a sculpture.

In the past few years, the prosperity has faded away, and the things he used to like no longer matter to him. He is more accustomed to sitting quietly.

He has been looking for the balance between life and death. He thought that he had found it long ago, and that was the Buddha's destiny.

Buddha saves all living beings, not only allowing the dead to rest in peace, but also allowing the living to rest in peace.

He also thought clearly that now he has no desires and desires, all the prosperity in the world has nothing to do with him, and the temple is his place.

Thinking of this, Song Shaoyan closed his eyes, his face was peaceful, and his eyelashes were calm.

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand.

There is nothing there, so where is the dust?

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New York.

Ning'an night was awakened by nightmares.

Over the years, she had stopped having nightmares. She didn't know what happened tonight. She dreamed that Song Shaoyan was buried under the mine. She dug at the soil with both hands, but found nothing.

Ning An broke out in a sweat. She turned on the bedside table lamp, propped her head and remained silent.

Why did I have such a dream? Is it because I heard Jiang Ci talking about rescuing Song Shaoyan five years ago a few days ago?

Her palms were sticky, her long hair was messy and hanging down, and her face had a haggard look.

She looked at her phone and saw it was two o'clock in the morning.

Why does she have such a nightmare? Is it Song Shaoyan...

Is he really dying?

Jiang Ci didn't actually lie to her that day. When she took off Song Shaoyan's mask, she saw a pale and haggard face with no blood.
Chapter completed!