Lin Zhi looked towards the balcony. In the shadows, she saw Yan Jia's tall figure submerged in the black, and the white smoke dispersed from his fingertips.

She withdrew her gaze and waited until her body gradually became warmer before she called Zhouzhou back.

It's inevitable to lie again.

Fortunately, Zhouzhou is too young, so he didn't make a fuss when he heard that his mother wouldn't come back at night, saying he would be obedient.

She sent another text message to Yue Enze, telling him that something had happened to Yan Feng, but Yan Jia blocked the message.

After sending it, she immediately deleted the text message.

Of course she couldn't let Yan Jia know that she had contacted Yue Enze in private, otherwise Yan Jia would do something crazy like tonight again.

The man stood on the balcony and never turned his head again.

Lin Zhi didn't say anything, closed her eyes, and counted her heartbeats quietly.

Many scenes about Yan Feng flashed through her mind, and every frame was very clear, from the first time she met Yan Feng at Lancheng International Middle School to every scene they met later.

Having a good memory is a kind of torture. She knows clearly that those times are long gone, but they are engraved on her heart like a brand. She thinks about them all the time and cannot grasp them.

She would rather be a heartless, heartless and unjust person, but she can't do it.

She wanted to remove those memories from her mind, but she couldn't.

Yan Feng has always been very kind and considerate to her. Even though Yan Feng knew that the child in her belly was not his, he was still very nice to her.

She still remembers the time when she committed suicide due to depression. Yan Feng rescued her and later took care of her in the hospital for three days and three nights, with no clothes on her clothes.

He was always very busy at work, but during the three days he took care of her, he canceled a lot of schedules, which caused great losses to Yan.

Every time she thinks of this, Yan Feng's gentle and handsome face will appear in front of her eyes, and she has never forgotten it.

Later, Yan Feng had a car accident and was lying in the hospital. She was unable to find the culprit for Yan Feng. The only thing she could do was to visit him regularly.

She didn't dare to look at Yan Feng now. The skinny man today still had the high-spirited, vigorous and handsome look of the past. He was completely thin and lost his appearance.

She cried many times, but what's the use of crying? All she could do was guard Yan Feng, hoping that one day a miracle would happen and he would wake up.

Only today did she understand that miracles would not happen.

This time, Yan Feng really had to leave her...

Two lines of tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and fell on the back of her hands.

When Yan Jia came in from the balcony, he saw her crying. The man frowned and slammed the door without saying a word.

He smelled strongly of cigarette smoke, which mixed with the smell of potion and floated to Lin Zhi's nose, as well as the always elegant cologne smell of Yan Jia.

These breaths were mixed together, and everything told her that this world was real, and everything that happened today was real and not a dream.

Yan Jia strode out of the hospital.

The late winter in Lancheng is still very cold. The bare branches of the streets stand on the roadside, the straight street lamps leave light and shadow on the ground, and the tall buildings are like huge cages, trapping every tourist.

Yan Jia walked from the hospital to the street. The street lights elongated his tall figure. There were few pedestrians on this road, and the tiles on the old street glowed with the fluorescence of the moonlit night.
Chapter completed!