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An Ran walked over to the car Vivian had bought her. She took her cigarettes out of the trunk and replaced them with new ones. Then she got out of the car and went to the side of the road to wait for him.

Just yesterday, she had doubled the dosage. If things went on like this, as long as Wei An took the medicine for three days, he would erupt.

And at that time, forcing detoxification … It might not be effective anymore.

From the moment she came to his side until now, it had been almost a year. Gradually, little by little, he could no longer cut off her feelings. Her heart was truly too ruthless.

He got out of the car, his long legs stepping out, his soft blond hair shining in the early summer sun. His young face was filled with warm smiles, big casual T-shirts, deliberately made old jeans, shoes, he was too young, too simple, he was just a big kid without a suit on, but she had personally destroyed his destiny.

An Ran wanted to cry all of a sudden, but when he walked over to her, she forced out a smile that was so ugly. He patted her head, then bent down and touched her face, giving her a kiss without any hesitation. "Silly girl, what kind of expression is that?"

With arms around his shoulders, like a couple in a deep love affair, Anran just silently leaned into his arms and followed him forward.

If I could, if my sister hadn't died, if I was still that happy seventeen year old An Ran, that carefree and clean An Ran, then I would definitely accompany you, walk all the way, and never leave you again. Then I would definitely love you well and never hurt you …

But it can only be if, Jevan, my Vivian...

Can you forgive me if I die?

No, never forgive me. I'm a bad woman, a bad woman to go to hell with.

She thought he wouldn't come back in the evening, but unexpectedly, he would come home every night, no matter how late it was, and every time he came back, she would naturally "fall asleep".

He walked carefully and went to bed carefully, afraid of waking her up. However, he only smiled coldly in his heart and stopped thinking about it.

What he knew was that she went to work peacefully as usual, that she slept early every day, that her life was regular, but what he didn't know was that every night she lay beside him with her eyes closed, what he didn't know was that every day when she got up, she looked at herself in the mirror every day, she found herself looking haggard, she was getting old, she often became absent-minded, she had no appetite, and her intense pregnancy reaction made her lie down on the toilet after eating a little in front of him and throw up.

All he could see were other people, right? Otherwise, why would she be gaunt, skinny, and had a sallow complexion, with her hair so sparse that he couldn't see it?

He couldn't fall asleep, but he didn't dare turn around. He was afraid that if he were to be disturbed, all the concealment that she had done would be exposed.

The phone under her pillow suddenly vibrated. She immediately grabbed the phone and got off the bed. He moved, but still kept breathing steadily. Apparently, he was very tired. She walked out onto the balcony barefoot. Who would be looking for him in the middle of the night?

MMS? The smiling face was stunned. She opened up the screen and received it. Not long later, a series of blurry yet ambiguous pictures appeared on the screen.

The sleeping man could vaguely see that the outline resembled her husband, while the woman in his embrace couldn't see his face, but could only see his slender white back, his long hair curling up like seaweed, covering the bed …

The corner of her mouth twitched a few times, and with a smack, she closed the phone. The helpless, terrified light in her big eyes poured out, and only when she finally reacted did she realize that her hand was firmly holding onto the stem of the rose, piercing through her fingers.

She retreated step by step, but that person had already challenged her to a fight.

Huaiyan wasn't stupid. She knew that when her husband was cheating, what she did was very crucial. But what was even more crucial was who her husband's heart was with. Clearly, she was a loser.

He couldn't control himself and turned on the phone, staring blankly at the scene in front of him. When he was with her, the space between his eyebrows widened, and a smile appeared on his face. Presumably …

A spark flashed in her heart. Sulay!

She suddenly thought of this name, and all her strength went out of her body. She pressed the button to delete, to erase this picture of misunderstanding, but the scar in her heart, the joy knew, she will never forget.

"What are you doing? "Come out in the middle of the night and blow the wind …"

He closed his phone with a calm smile on his face and slowly said, "Just now, my phone rang. I saw that someone sent the wrong letter and sent a picture of her and her husband's intimate relationship to my phone."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Let me see …"