Chapter 1700

Fang Jiamei nodded gently, with a trace of sadness in her eyes. "I was only 17 years old when I first met Zi Cong. At that time, I was just taken home by my father. However, his wife didn't like me very much, so I asked him to come here."

"A person who lives in a villa is very afraid. He often sits on the beach and waits for the dawn. One day, I find that someone is also sitting there, so I take the initiative to talk to him, that is, Zi Cong."

Fang Jiamei quietly tells that it has been three years since Zicong died. She can say these things calmly.

"Zi Cong is a free wanderer. He likes music and even lives for music. I like his freedom very much, which I can't do." Fang Jiamei had a light smile on her face. "Mr. Chen made an exception to accept him as a student. We went to class together every day, and gradually got together. He is all my sense of security, all my dreams, and all my expectations for the future."

He's almost her all over the world.

His appearance fills her grief of losing her mother, loneliness of a person, and even fear of the future.

Mo Yi Heng listens to her words, slightly low Mou, "later?"

"Later..." Fang Jiamei took a deep breath and looked at the building on the other side of the lake. It was shining at night. "My father didn't agree with me to be with such a person. After meeting Zicong, Zicong had a car accident and died on the spot."

At that time, what kind of feeling it was, as if someone emptied her heart in an instant, your brain and the world were blank, so fast that there was no pain, only deep numbness and emptiness.

Mo Yiheng looked at her with complicated eyes, "and then what?"

She's back home, isn't she?

Fang Jiamei low eyes shallow smile, with a little bitter, "said some incredible, I always feel that there is something wrong with Zi Cong's death, two weeks after his death, I went back to the country, ready to talk to my father, but the country did not go back for a long time, do not know where to go, lost luggage, can not hit the car, suddenly fell down the stairs …”

Mo Yiheng's heart contracted for a moment.

"I don't remember the rest. My father said that I fell on my head and was in a coma for a whole year, and then I came back." Fang Jiamei gently opened her mouth and looked at the silent man beside her, "do you know? I always feel like I'm not in a coma. "

Her words let Mo Yiheng slightly a Zheng, eyes complex gaze at her, "what do you mean?"

Can she remember anything?

Fang Jiamei shook her head in distress, with a trace of confusion, "I can't say, feel like I went to another world, everything is very vague, someone has been scolding me, but sometimes, he will be very gentle and I speak, but I don't know how to reply, the doctor said it may be my fantasy."

But all this fantasy always makes her feel that this is all the source of her inner emptiness. She wants to look for it in the past, but I don't want to look for it.

In the final analysis, Zicong died because of her. For the rest of her life, she was preparing for atonement.

I didn't expect that I married this gentleman by mistake.

Listening to her words, Mo Yiheng can't say whether he is happy or sad, but he is very upset in his heart, like a huge stone in his heart.