Chapter 330

The visiting room is a small one. A table has occupied most of the space, and two stools are facing each other, just as they are now.

Eyes glued, a million years.

There was a dim light on the top of her head, flickering with flickering light. Time fell on Jin Zuo's face, and the lines were filled with deep sorrow. She could no longer suppress them, and she was white in front of her.

He knew she knew everything

Looking at her former eyes shining pupil, now full of despair, he is more uncomfortable than her.

At that time, in the United States, when he knew the truth, he didn't sleep for three days and three nights!

He didn't accept the fact until the headache repeatedly broke out and the body's original memory constantly broke through the obstacles, entangled and confused.

Accept that he has already died, accept that he has occupied other people's bodies, accept that his fate with Jiang Wu is just an unfinished dream, accept that God's will makes people, the fate is absurd, and accept that he is about to die out completely.

Protect the only child of crazy Xiaobai.

Arrange their own feelings and Jiang Fu, would rather be misunderstood by her, can not tell the truth, let her despair.

Such cruel separation, constant affection and long grief, he could not delay her any longer.

But after all, she knew.

He didn't know whether Jin Chengren told her or Mo Huan said it. Now that people have passed away, it's meaningless to entangle this matter.

He will help her out, but he has no time. Today may be the last goodbye.

"I've hired a defense lawyer for you, and I've gone out of the way. You'll be fine."

His hands were on the table, his fingers crossed, his bony joints were bluish white, and his wrists at the cuffs looked thin.

Ginger charm to resist the sour nose, know what to say now is useless.

She lowered her head and fiddled with the cold handcuffs. She repressed her hoarseness in her throat and said, "how are you? Are you ok?"

"Nothing. It's just an old problem."

Jin Zuo answered in a low voice. His tone sounded light and cloudless, but in fact his forbearance had been defeated.

In the past two months, his waking time has become shorter and shorter. He sleeps for more than 20 hours. Sometimes he lies down in his room, but wakes up in a strange place.

He knew his time was running out.

Listening to his words, Jiang Fu took a deep breath, looked up at the lamp on his head, and leisurely stirred up a smile.

Her lips were pale and faintly moving. Although she was smiling, she did not let her tears flow down.

"I've sent brother Jiang to cook hotpot in Hengxi. Now I've told him that I'm not going to eat hotpot at home. I'm not going to cook it at home..."

Jin Zuo listened quietly without interrupting her.

The room is clearly turned on the hot air conditioning, but the chill is more lonely than the snowy night outside.

"You can go out tomorrow."

The only thing Jin Zuo can do for her now is this.

"And you? Where to go for the new year? "

Jin Chengren died. I'm afraid the Jin family can't live a good new year, but it's the memory of Jin Zuo. At the end of the year, she doesn't want him to live a miserable life. She can't even eat a hot dumpling.

Jin Zuo didn't answer yet. She dragged tinning handcuffs to the table and held his hand:

"if you want to leave, I want to accompany you to the last part of the road. I can't keep you, but I want to remember you forever."

Her fingertips are warm, and on the back of his cool hands, they are ironed to the hottest temperature.