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Qing Muhan stepped forward quickly and turned the corner, but found that the figure had disappeared.

The Deputy hurried over and was grabbed by Qing Muhan: "do you see where the nurse who just disappeared around the corner has gone?"

nurse?

There were many nurses here just now. Which did the Young Marshal say?

The Deputy shook his head with a confused face: "commander Qing, there were so many people here just now. What's the matter with you?"

Qing Mu Han looked complex: "I saw Wan Xi."

The deputy was stunned. He remembered that major commander Qing would visit his wife in the cemetery every month and sighed in the bottom of his heart. The young commander, who was usually calm and self-contained, lost his calm when he met his wife.

"Maybe you read it wrong." He wanted to comfort his young marshal. Looking at Qingmu's cold eyes, his deputy turned and said, "isn't doctor Yan here? The Young Marshal can ask doctor Yan."

Qingmu cold suddenly left quickly.

Yan Hexuan was resting, and the door was opened with a bang.

A tall figure appeared at the door, locked his eyes and asked directly, "is Ji Wanxi here!"

A long time.

Yan Hexuan said faintly, "yes."

Qingmu was cold and his breath stagnated.

She... Is really alive!

There was no time to be happy. Qing Muhan remembered something and looked at Yan Hexuan.

He came forward and grabbed Yan Hexuan's collar: "you lied to me and said she was dead. What's your purpose!"

Qingmu's eyes were cold and fierce, and there was a murderous overflow at the bottom of his eyes.

"Ji Wanxi is indeed dead." Yan Hexuan said faintly, "die under your torture."

Qing Mu Han turned pale and released his hand.

Yan Hexuan continued, "she didn't want to live at that time. Now Xiao Xi, who is alive, was saved by me through countless hardships. She doesn't want to see you. I respect her wishes."

Qing Mu Han looked at Yan Hexuan in a daze.

"He is still my wife. I will find her... And apologize to her..."

Qing Muhan said this and left the room.

Yan Hexuan turned to tidy up the utensils, covering the bitterness in his eyes.

……

Ji Wanxi was on tenterhooks all day, for fear of accidentally meeting qingmuhan somewhere.

Fortunately, I had a good day.

When she got off work, she was the last one out of the office and was just about to lock the door.

Suddenly, the corridor light went out, and the whole corridor fell into darkness.

The suddenly dim light made Ji Wanxi squat down in panic, and his face turned white.

Because she was imprisoned by Qing Muhan, she is afraid of the dark now.

In the dark, suddenly someone caught his wrist.

He was taken up and fell into a warm chest.

The man clasped her waist and held her slightly trembling body. Ji Wanxi's body stiffened when he smelled the familiar smell of the man.

Almost at the same time.

"Pa", the light comes on.

The voice of others came faintly: "it's tripped."

The sudden light made Ji Wanxi squint.

Qing Muhan looked at the woman in his arms, his eyes were not instantaneous, and there was something in his heart that rippled densely, which could not be said to be what it was like.

For a whole year, every time he saw either the cold black-and-white photos on the tombstone, or the eyes behind the blurred mask in his memory, or even the one he dared not recall, the last time she looked at herself was hopeless.

Only now, she stood in front of her, fresh and warm.

Qing Mu's cold hand was trembling slightly.

Ji Wanxi looked up and saw the man's face. His face instantly turned pale.

Suddenly push away Qingmu Han, and he is about to turn around.

As soon as Qingmu's cold heart tightened, he raised his feet and chased.

Ji Wanxi didn't take two steps at all, but was blocked on the wall. She didn't expect to face Qingmu cold so suddenly, and her brain was blank instantly.

Qing Muhan tightly clasped her waist, as if afraid that she would disappear, and tightened up more and more.

"It's really you, Wan Xi, really... It's you..."

Qing Mu Han looked down at Ji Wanxi, and his eyes were getting more and more emotional and gloomy.

Suddenly, she took off her mask, pulled her into her arms, bowed her head, and plundered her lips.

"Well..."

Ji Wanxi's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it. The man... Kissed her!

Qing Muhan has never kissed her since she tortured her on her wedding night, saying she was dirty.

Qing Mu's cold kiss was a little out of control. After he learned that Ji Wanxi was dead, he was depressed for a long time, and pressed Ji Wanxi's shoulder hard, as if all emotions broke out at the moment.

Ji Wanxi felt unwell in his heart. With unknown strength, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked Qingmu Han on the leg bone.

"Qing Muhan, please respect yourself!"

She kicked with great strength. She could think that her calf must be blue, but Qing Muhan felt the corner of her mouth and smiled as if nothing had happened.

"Ah..."

Qing Mu Han looked at Ji Wanxi, who was angry but fresh. A strange feeling rose in his heart, as if a lost corner in his heart had finally been found.

"Why are you laughing!"

Ji Wanxi took a step back.

"Self weight?"

Qingmu Han raised his eyebrows: "we haven't divorced yet. Kissing my own wife doesn't need self-respect."

madam?

Ji Wanxi was stunned, and his eyes flashed faintly, and then came to ridicule.

"What do you call me, madam?"

Once upon a time, he even thought it disgusting to call her name, not to mention his wife. Ji Wanxi sneered at her in the bottom of her heart. What is this, prodigal son turning back, or conscience repentance?

Qing Muhan saw the hatred in her eyes, and his throat was astringent, so hard that he said, "you, you hate me?"

"What do you think I should do to you?"

Qing Muhan didn't speak.

Ji Wanxi hissed softly, his eyes turned cold, and an unspeakable anger surged in his heart: "Qing Muhan, it's you who humiliated me on the wedding night, and it's you who trampled on my dignity in the flower hall. I don't believe I have to believe that it's you who didn't clear me and brother Yan, it's you who whipped and imprisoned me, and... It's you who beat the child with your own hands. How can you ask me to forgive, say! How can you ask me to forgive!"

With every word, Qing Muhan's hand tightened.

When Ji Wanxi finished, Qing Muhan's palm was dripping blood.

He closed his eyes painfully.

Ji Wanxi looked at Qing Mu Han's painful expression, and the anger in his heart unexpectedly began to dissipate slowly.

It turned out that Qing Muhan was also a person who would feel pain. She thought he was cold-blooded and couldn't feel anything.

Qing Mu Han was distressed, and he shivered with pain: "Wan Xi..."

Ji Wanxi took a step back and looked straight at Qing Muhan: "is it painful, Qing Muhan, I don't want to see you again!"

"Wan Xi..."

Ji Wanxi was emotional: "don't come here!"

Qing Muhan didn't dare to stimulate her anymore and left decadent.

Ji Wanxi shut himself into the office, only felt a burst of strength, leaned against the door to calm down for a long time, and then slowly closed his eyes.

……

After that, Qing Muhan couldn't see Ji Wanxi for several days.

He finally found Yan Hexuan to rest, but only got one sentence: "I respect Wan Xi's decision, won't interfere with her, and won't help you either."

Qing Muhan couldn't stay in the hospital all the time, which led to that when he came to Ji Wanxi on a whim, Ji Wanxi was always busy and couldn't meet.

He was jealous of the mutual trust between Ji Wanxi and Yan Hexuan, but he had nothing to do.

Because the daily patrol and defense work of Yuncheng has become busier.

The number of infections in Yuncheng is increasing, and the number of deaths is also increasing. What's terrible is that the original cemetery can't be buried!