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Liu Da and I turned around at almost the same time and saw Mu Qinghua fall to the ground. His body smashed into a chair and it let out a loud sound.

"Mu Jing!" I worriedly ran over and helped Mu Qinghua up, "Mu Jing, are you alright?"

"I'm fine …" "I'm fine …" With difficulty, Mu Qinghua waved his hand, "Jiayan, Jiayan …"

I know in my heart that Jia Yan is definitely the name of Mu Qinghua's dead wife.

The person that a person would think of after getting drunk should be the closest person to them. As I listened to Mu Qinghua call out his wife's name, my heart was filled with grief.

"Master Liu, let's take the Mu examination to the hospital to have a look. Will it result in a concussion?" I said nervously.

Mu Qinghua waved his hand, "I won't, I won't …" I'm fine, you guys can go. "

Liu Da and I supported Mu Qinghua and laid on the bed once again.

I looked at him, lying there, my pretty face unshakable.

"Master Liu, you can go back first. I'm worried. I'll leave after I've observed that he's fine." I whispered to Master Liu.

Master Liu nodded. "I was just about to pick up my daughter. Okay, call me when she's asleep and I'll pick you up."

"No, I'll just take a taxi. "You can rest assured."

Just like that, Master Liu Da drove away, leaving me alone.

I sat down on the sofa by myself and saw a bracelet with a black jewel inlaid on it. It was obviously his ex-wife's bracelet.

Well, how sorry he would be to see this.

I stood up and helped him pack his things. Then I put the bracelet in a small jewelry box and put it in the drawer under the coffee table.

I thought about Mu Qinghua. Even though he was a prosecutor, I felt that he was different from the other serious prosecutors when I met him, making him look more intimate. The things that happened at that time were very troublesome, but no matter what questions I asked him, he would always tell me patiently that he even wanted to lend me 100,000 yuan when I was in a difficult situation.

Although we have not had anything to do with each other since then, I have a feeling that he is a particularly kind person.

When Mu Qinghua went to the bathroom again, he saw me.

"Eight o'clock, you're still here?" Mu Qinghua asked me with a deathly pale face. Because he wasn't strong enough, even though he didn't drink that much, he still couldn't stand still. He reached out his hand to support the door frame.

"I was worried that you fell." I stood up to help him up.

"No need, I can do it." As Mu Qinghua spoke, he straightened his body and walked towards the washroom.

I watched him go into the bathroom, close the door, and get up to make him a cup of tea.

When he came out, I made him sit down and had a cup of tea.

Mu Qinghua's forehead was slightly oozing with sweat. He told me that he was fine, and that I should go handle my own matters.

I told him that he had just fallen and that if he felt dizzy and had a headache, I could take him to the hospital.

He said he was all right.

"All right, then. Call me if you need anything."

"Alright." Mu Qinghua nodded.

I stood up and walked out. As I passed the kitchen, I took a look inside. The stove was cold and the stove was covered with a thin layer of dust. There was almost nothing to eat except the stainless steel stoves and pots and pans.

The indescribable feeling in my heart has always been like this when something happened in my house. The shock and pain of his wife's death, especially the loss of such a loving wife, could be imagined.

When I got home, Xu Ziyin was still lying on the bed while Xiaomanmei could walk on the walker.

When I saw you, I hugged you with my arms and said, "Mommy …"

Although still a little unclear, but my heart immediately softened, I squatted down, picked up Little Xun Mei.

I held Little Xun Mei in my arms, but my mind wasn't idle at all.

I was pregnant twice, but... Both times I was carrying Lin Yufan's child, I also felt that it was indescribably strange. After marrying Xu Ziyin for more than a year, he had mixed himself up with He Jia behind my back, but he also did a lot of things with me, but I just didn't have his child with me. When I was together with Lin Yufan, I carried his child with me again and again.

Is this because of the deep ties between us?

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel especially sad, as if my heart was being torn apart.

At night, I lay in bed with Xiaomei, watching her sleep quietly, but I couldn't fall asleep.

My mind, like a wild horse on a horse, darted here and there.

Unknowingly, I thought about how Lin Yufan took me to an orphanage to send Xiaomei away. I also thought about how we wanted to abandon her in the residential area, but in the end, we weren't able to make up our minds.

Also, at that time, my mother wouldn't have let me abandon this child no matter what. Today, Lin Yufan has left me, and my mother is no longer in this world.

Perhaps, this was the fate between me and this child?

Suddenly my cell phone flashed.

I was used to quiet my phone while Xiaomanmei was sleeping. I saw the phone light up and quickly grabbed it. It was a message.

To my surprise, it was sent by Lin Yufan!

My heart thumped in my chest, and I almost couldn't wait to click on the message.

There were very few words to the message: Happy Birthday!

My heart gave a jolt. I looked at the calendar. August thirteenth.

Lin Yufan still remembered my birthday.

My heart began to tremble again.

This was the first time information regarding Lin Yufan had appeared on his wedding night.

On his wedding night, we happened to meet at the bar, and he took me back to the hospital, almost breaking my hand, and disappeared into the night.

When Gu Yifei called him, his voice trembled. I don't know how he solved this problem when he returned home.

For almost a month now, he has been silent to me.

Now, when I was too busy to remember my birthday, he actually sent me a message to wish me a birthday.

Even though it was just a few words, my heart couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

My fingers trembled as I replied: Thank you.

There's something else I want to say, something I want to ask you, something like how are you doing? Where are you? I miss you... All the words flowed to the tips of my fingers, but as I thought about it, there was only one word that came back: Thank you.

When those two words came out, his heart was filled with a wave of sadness.