Chapter 128

He seemed to be able to unleash a great amount of power at this critical moment, as if he knew that with this use of force, he was actually able to stabilize his body, causing Fang Jin to have no choice but to stop.

The entrance to the district was not very brightly lit. The bright snow on the ground gave off a faint yellow glow. Fang Jin's eyes were a little bloodshot. He turned around and stared straight at Jingwen, and under the dense light, her small and exquisite face became even paler and more pitiful. Uncontrollably, an unspeakable flame rose at the bottom of Fang Jin's heart, but he still retained a little bit of reason.

After the new year, it would only be ten days or so. He could bear it, and it would be over by then. If he were to get married, wouldn't he be able to shake her up?

Thinking up to here, he couldn't help but smile slightly. He let go of Song Rumei's hand and walked to Jingzhi's side. Jingzhi subconsciously took a step back and held his mother's hand even tighter. With his hands, Fang Jin stood still in front of her, extending his hand to help her straighten her hair, "Then I'll go back first."

She felt her heart soften as she thought about how they were already engaged. In a few days, she would be marrying him, and that would be his wife. It was indeed impolite of her to speak to him like that just now …

"Fang Jin, be careful on your way." Whenhe thought of this, she could not help but smile gently. She raised her hand and gently held his. "Happy New Year."

Fang Jin was overjoyed, and couldn't help but hold her hand: "Jingzhi, I also wish you happy New Year. In a few days, we will be family!"

There was an obvious sense of excitement in his voice, but she was still unaffected by it. She only nodded, and her heart quietly spilled a bit of sadness, but that sadness actually swept through her body as if she couldn't control it. She slowly raised her head, and found that Fang Jin had lightly kissed her on the cheek, before turning around and walking away.

She supported her mother as she stood there motionlessly. Watching Fang Jin's short figure slowly disappear into the snow, with the crescent moon hanging in the sky, as if it was also emitting a cold air, she couldn't help but shiver. She supported her mother and turned around, slowly stepping forward …

She kept her head down as she carefully walked. The snow in the night was frozen and slippery, while her mother was drunk to the point of collapse. She slowly lost her mind and carefully supported her mother, afraid that they would fall to the ground …

She was just about to reach the apartment building when someone suddenly stood in front of her. Knowing that she didn't care at first, she took a glance and was about to avert her eyes, but then stopped herself in her tracks.

"You — why are you here?" Jingzhi's eyes widened as she looked at the man in front of her. It had only been a month, but the man in front of her was completely out of shape.

He was tall and thin, and his thick coat swayed on his body like he was hanging on a bamboo pole. His originally handsome and envious face had a stubble on it, and his cheeks were sunken. His cheekbones seemed to be somewhat high, which added a little bit of coldness and harshness to his entire being.

He looked down at her like that, a long, thin figure in the cool moonlight.

Quiet And Steadfast's back was gradually covered with cold sweat. She took a step back and walked out of the shadow cast by the floor. Under the moonlight, the red gauze covering her head looked strange.

Meng Shaoxuan looked at her in a daze at the bright red flower on her head, he stood there unmoving, and the hands in his pockets that were covered with cold sores started to itch uncontrollably, but he did not move, just stared at her, using his sunken eyes to stare at her.

She knew that she was not a match for Meng Shaoting, so she chose to leave or hide. She knew that she could not be with Meng Shaoxuan, so at the moment, she did not wish for him to appear. She did not want to see him again.

Furthermore, she was already engaged. She wanted to safely marry a good person, become his good wife, and become a good mother.

Five years ago, when the child had just passed away, she had not been able to sleep at night. When she had fallen asleep, she had begun to have nightmares, and that chaotic period had lasted for a full year before she had finally struggled out of the shadow of her lost son.

"You're getting married?" When she was about to walk around him, he suddenly opened his mouth, his voice was so hoarse that it was scary. Jingzhi couldn't help but raise her head and meet his amber eyes.

After nodding his head, there was no sound for a long time. Jingwen stared at her toes, almost not daring to breathe. He stood there motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Very good."

His voice was very low, so low that she barely heard him. There was a strange sound from her throat, and then she raised her head to look at his expression, but his hand slowly fell onto her hair, and she only felt a little numbness on her scalp. She lowered her head, not seeing his movements, not knowing what he was doing.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, his hand finally left. Jingwen slowly raised her head and saw that he was holding the bridal veil on her head. Her eyes seemed to have a faint trace of misty water vapor as she stared blankly at the dirty flower. The pain woke her up. Jingzhi lowered her head and forced the tears in her eyes back. Those tears rolled in her eyes in frustration. Suddenly, they fell and landed on the corner of her clothes …