She has loved a man like blood, she can't be wrong.
That's not him.
In my mind, it is also a "boom", subconsciously associate with the morning.
Just a few eyes in a hurry, will you be wrong?
Their appearance is so imaginative, and their facial features look the same. Is it possible that she was wrong?
What she saw was not Mingkun at all, but Dominic, who was very similar to him?
In the heart, Yan Xiaoshu has thought of these, but on the mouth, she is stubborn refused to admit. Eyes have been closely staring at Jiao Yang, with pray, repeatedly to him, as if, if he gave a negative answer, the fact will be so general.
Jiao Yang, however, doesn't want to tell Yan Xiaoshu that Mingkun is still alive and he is not dead. He is Dominic who is with mingyaode. They just met him this morning.
But he can't.
In three years, from Yan Xiaoshu's collapse to her gradual recovery, and then to her leaving a note, leaving home suddenly and persisting in searching stubbornly and stubbornly, he knows too well and too well. At the moment, Yan Xiaoshu's heart is already fragile under the long years of suffering.
Either, give her hope, always give her hope, or, just let her recognize the reality. Given hope, and then let hope broken, this is a person, the heaviest and most severe blow, and now Yan Xiaoshu, has been unable to bear.
"Brother Jiao Yang, there must be a mistake. You should return this to assistant Xu and ask him to investigate again. It won't be like this. I just met Mingkun..."
"Xiao Shu."
Jiao Yang reaches out his hand, grabs Yan Xiaoshu and pushes the folder to his side. He opens his mouth and interrupts her.
"Calm down, calm down."
"Ha..."
Yan Xiaoshu showed a smile that was uglier than crying. She still refused to face the reality, but her voice was obviously crying.
"I'm calm. Brother Jiao Yang, I don't have anything to calm down. Now the most important thing is to ask assistant Xu to re investigate a Dominic, no, or other information. He made a mistake. The information in this document is wrong..."
"No mistake."
Jiao Yang reaches out his hand and holds Yan Xiaoshu's other arm. His eyes tightly lock Yan Xiaoshu's arm.
"Assistant Xu is not mistaken. Dominic is just like the photo. At noon, you should have read it wrong."
They can't be blindly optimistic any more, and he shouldn't give Yan Xiaoshu these dim hopes, which will hurt her even more.
He has to help her, face the reality.
As soon as the words came out, big tears broke through his eyes and rolled down Yan Xiaoshu's cheek.
She desperately shakes her head and takes back her wrist. Obviously, she is full of resistance to Jiao Yang's words.
"Xiao Shu, calm down. Calm down and listen to me."
"No, no, I won't listen. Don't say anything. I won't listen..."
"Xiao Shu!"
I also want to say that their conjecture that Mingkun is still alive may not be true.
However, seeing Yan Xiaoshu crying into tears in an instant, Jiao Yang's heart softened and his words finally failed to come out.
"Let me go, let me go, I don't want to, I don't want to hear anything, don't tell me anything..."
She cried out of breath, the strength of the struggle has gradually become smaller.
Such her, let a person distressed.
Jiao Yang sighed and finally gave up. He let go of holding her hand and his tone became soft.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Shu. I'll ask assistant Xu to investigate again. "