Chapter 911

It doesn't matter whether things in the past are right or wrong.

Qin Shuying doesn't want to think about it any more.

Because every memory is a painful node.

"Ji Mohan, do you think it's unfair?"

Qin Shuying sneered and pushed him away, accusing him excitedly.

"It's a joke to say that you live well, not without clothes and food, for those who died. You're lucky, okay? They will never have a chance to open their eyes and see the world... "

Ji Mohan sat up straight and let go of her hand.

A lonely look flashed across his face.

In fact, it doesn't matter what the facts are.

He knows the sadness in her heart. If the wound in her heart doesn't heal one day, he can't walk into her heart one day. No matter how hard he tries, it's useless.

"Xiaoying, can't you really forgive me this time?"

He didn't know how much he said to apologize. But he didn't know how much he had done to keep her.

If she wanted to forgive him in her heart, she would have forgiven him long ago.

This may be an obstacle that he and she can never overcome.

Qin Shuying didn't look at him.

"Well, I'll go downstairs and sleep..."

He put his suit on his shoulder, pointed down, turned and staggered out of the bedroom.

Qin Shuying is standing in the bedroom, listening to his footsteps in the distance. She reaches out and grasps the pillow on the bed and rubs it hard.

Her heart seemed to be pinched by a big hand. She couldn't breathe smoothly.

For a long time, she reached out and grabbed the family photo on the table, then put it on her chest, letting the tears fall from the corner of her eyes.

It's not so much that she won't forgive Ji Mohan, but it's that she doesn't want to let go of herself.

She couldn't let go of her parents' death. She felt that she didn't fulfill her duty as a daughter.

She watched the Qin family fall, but she couldn't stop it.

She couldn't forgive herself.

Perhaps, as long as one day her surname is Qin, she can't forgive Ji Mohan.

For a long time, she reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes, took a paper towel to wipe the dust on the photo frame, and then quietly sat on the bed.

The night outside the window is more intense.

The wind came in through the window, and the curtains fluttered gently in the wind.

There was a familiar smell in the air.

She took out the bedclothes from the wardrobe, spread them out one by one, and lay on the bed for a while, remembering to hold Jin Yu.

Worried that Jin Yu came to a new environment and couldn't adapt to it.

Then he opened the bedroom door and came out.

Downstairs, I saw a faint light in the living room.

That is the small hand light source on the mobile phone, illuminating a thin figure.

There is a smell of wine in the air

She approached the figure and saw Ji Mohan drinking on the sofa.

He unbuttoned his suit and threw his tie aside. He didn't know how long he had drunk, and his face turned red.

He didn't notice her coming. He held the bottle in his hand and poured it into his mouth.

"Ji Mohan, what do you mean?"

She reaches for Ji Mohan's beer bottle.

Ji Mohan looked up at her, "why, can't you drink here?"

"I don't care if you want to drink, but don't drink here! You did it on purpose, didn't you? "

"Xiaoying, why do you say such ugly things? What do you want me to do so that you can forgive me? "

Ji Mohan murmured bitterly, as if he was talking drunkenly, and as if he was pleading with her in a low voice.

"Ji Mohan, you'd better go back! I accompanied Jin Yu... "

Qin Shuying throws down this sentence and turns around. She goes into Liu Ma's bedroom and picks up Jin Yu who is sleeping and goes upstairs.