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Yu Meng was still in a daze when she heard the man's confused voice.

Yu Meng came back to her senses and shook her head. Seeing this wound, she felt a little embarrassed and stammered for a long time before saying it.

Yu Meng quickly added, "But don't worry. Although that doctor is a veterinarian, I've asked him before. He also graduated from a medical university!"

It seemed as if Yu Meng could only see his eyes. She slightly bent her body, as if she was smiling.

"Thank you." The man didn't say much, but he spoke very seriously.

It was just like … Every time he looked at Yu Meng, her expression was so serious, so … Affectionate...

"You …" Yu Meng looked into his eyes and found it hard to suppress his emotions. The atmosphere became still for a few seconds as he regained his senses and blinked, "We …" Did you know him before? "

The man shook his head without hesitation.

"Then why did you save me so many times?" When Yu dreamed of being captured in the LTTE, the muscular man had said those words. He seemed to know from his words that this man … "You seem to be a very apathetic kind of person …" Yu Meng asked doubtfully, "Why do you always save someone you meet by chance?"

"By the way."

The man answered simply.

"But …"

"No buts …" The man interrupted Yu Meng, "Everyone has their own secrets, don't they?"

Yu Meng sighed.

"Then …" After a while she looked up again. "Show me your face, okay?"

The man subconsciously stepped back a little bit.

"Very ugly."

His tone of voice had become very resistant.

"No name, no appearance, no information." Yu Meng helplessly looked at the man, "We have all gone through life and death situations, but we are still strangers. I know nothing about you."

"That's good."

You know, a little bit of your lips.

"My name is Yu Meng."

"Yes."

"Yu is more than a year old Yu, dreams are dreams."

The man's gaze was deep and mysterious, like a bottomless pool at night. Yu Meng's voice was like a small stone thrown in, rippling on the surface of the quiet pool.

Gentle but majestic.

"I came from China to the Sri Lanka. For the production of a TV series, we need to come here to choose a scenery."

"I grew up in China. This is my first time coming to Sri Lanka."

"I live in the southernmost town of China. It is picturesque and beautiful all year round."

"I …" After half a day, Yu Mengyi gave up as if she was introducing herself. She really couldn't think of anything else to say.

"This is me... You. "Is there anything else you would like to know?"

The man seemed to be immersed in what she had just said, and it took her a while before she managed to utter a "Ah!".

"You?"

"Mm, me."

"Why were you captured by the LTTE?"

The conversation went back and forth. Yu Meng felt helpless. She had said so much because she wanted to befriend this man. She had hoped that he would open his heart to her. However, every word he said returned to that horrifying topic. The atmosphere immediately became serious.

"Because..." Yu Meng hesitated. After all, this reason was hard to explain, "I …" I was going to. Go back to the teahouse while you're sleeping and look at the picture in the box. "

The man frowned.

"I said I won't let you read it."

"But I can't help but be curious." Whenever Yu Meng felt aggrieved, she would act coquettishly. But now, as soon as she finished, she felt embarrassed and cleared her throat.

"I'm sorry."

"Aren't you afraid?"

Yu Meng was stunned. This man's train of thought had changed too quickly. Yu Meng had to think for a while before she could keep up.

"Hmm? What are you not afraid of? "

"Die."

This word was worth thousands of gold in the eyes of most people, but in the mouth of this man, it was described as carefree.

Yu Mengmeng thought about it and then shook her head.

"I'm not afraid."

"I'm just angry." Yu Meng said, "That muscular man bullied me like that. If I had a gun, I would definitely have torn off his brain." As he spoke, he did not forget to straighten his collar.

The man's soft laughter entered his ears.

"How can he not be afraid of death?" The man asked, "There's no one who isn't afraid of death."

"Are you scared? If you're scared to death, then why did you come and save me?"

The man thought about it.

"I'm free."

Yu Meng smiled.

"I used to be afraid of death, afraid that some accident would happen and I would die."

"But …" Yu Meng continued, "I've experienced the closest thing to death, so I'm no longer afraid."

"What is it?" The man was curious.

Yu Meng didn't answer her directly. Instead, she threw a question at her.

"Have you ever experienced the pain of losing a loved one?"

The word "beloved" was like two thorns piercing into a man's heart. His eyes were lowered, his expression unreadable.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the man had no intention to answer, Yu Meng picked up the conversation and continued.

"I lost a man I loved for many years. The first thing I knew from when I was young was that he was the boy I liked and the boy I wanted to marry when I grew up."

Now that the words had reached this point, it was clear who Yu Meng was talking about. If this person was someone she knew, he would definitely know who she was referring to.

Yu Meng pretended to casually observe the man's eyes. If he didn't react, it meant that he probably didn't know her before.

However, the man's expression clearly showed that he was forcefully suppressing his emotions. His eyes gushed out a few times, but he was forced to retreat and tremble.

Yu Meng's heart trembled, but her expression remained calm as she continued.

"Although I have had a lot of trouble with him, when he really left me and never came back, all I could think of was his good fortune."

Yu Meng sighed, reminiscing about the past. She was once again in that state of mind, controlled by grief and unable to control herself.

"The day I went to his funeral was the moment when I said I was closest to death." Yu Meng said, "I've tried to die with him a few times, but I didn't eat or drink for so many days, so I'm about to leave with him."

Yu Meng laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm also afraid of being a hungry ghost. If I reincarnate and he isn't in the same system, it'll be a huge loss if I don't meet him."

She was joking. Anyone who knew Yu Meng would know that she was the one who liked to joke when she was in pain.

The man's brows tightly knitted together. His heart was violently smashed by the impact, causing pain and sorrow to spread from the bottom of his heart throughout his entire body. He clenched his fists, trying his best to not let himself tremble.

He did not want her to see the restraint in his heart.

"And then." Only after a long time did the man speak. He suppressed his emotions and his voice became hoarse again. "I think you're living a good life now."

"Yes, because I later dreamed that after I died, I went to find him in high spirits."

The man listened intently.

"What did you dream of?"

"I dreamed that he kept his stinking face as he always did, just like when I was a kid and I used to scold him every time I took the exam. Teach me how he died and I wouldn't let him live." Yu Meng lowered her head in annoyance, "What I'm most afraid of is that expression of his, which is even fiercer than my father's."

The man's face suddenly stiffened. Thankfully, there was a mask protecting his face, making it impossible to see what was going on.

"He shouldn't be much older than you. What are you afraid of him for?"

"I'm afraid he hates me. A smart person like them hates idiots like me the most. "

The man held back his laughter and teased her, "You're not an intelligent person, how do you know that an intelligent person hates idiots?"

"That's what he said." Yu Meng felt wronged as she spoke, "He doesn't even know how hard I put in my life to keep up with his pace. I remember one final exam where I scored 110 in math, and to someone like me who has failed it all year round, it took me a lot of effort to get it out. But he just took his 150 full marks and made me copy all the questions ten times, saying that this is the only way a fool like me can do it."

Yu Meng's face was downcast, feeling extremely wronged.

"He has never praised me, never smiled at me, never took the initiative to look for me."

"Then why do you like him?"

"I don't know either." Yu Meng dejectedly said, "If I say it clearly, then I'm not an idiot."

The man laughed.

"You're fine, you're not stupid." The man's voice was deep and deep.

"I'm just stupid compared to him."

The man grunted.

This "mm" was very meaningful.

"But he loves me." Yu Meng's eyes lit up once more. "He only loves me."

"Oh?"

"Later on, after he left, I came to understand that he was doing it for my own good. He would resolve all the difficulties that I would encounter in the future and make the most favorable decisions for me. He had his own plans, but they were all for me, and I did not know that."

The atmosphere became heavy and sad again.

"I didn't know how much I relied on him until he left."

"He's gone. A lot of things rushed into my life all of a sudden. It didn't even happen in the little world he created for me."

Yu Meng counted them on her fingers. "For example, the people in society are cold, the people who desire money and money, the people who despair …" So many, many... Without him, I would have to experience it myself. "

"I want to live a good life. Besides being afraid of him, I'm also blaming myself …" Yu Meng took a deep breath and said calmly, "I want to know how many difficulties and hardships he has helped me overcome. I also want to know what he has experienced."

"It's not a waste of my words. He's the man I've loved all my life."

After Yu Meng finished speaking, she shifted her gaze from the distance to the man's face.

The man's eyes were fixed on the ring finger on Yu Meng's right hand.

There was a shiny ring.

"You're married." The depression of a man was surging with complicated feelings.

"Mm, soon." Yu Meng waved the ring on her finger. "This is the engagement ring."

The man was silent for a very long time. After a very long time, he finally raised his head. His pair of eyes, filled with sorrow and joy, carried an unfathomable loneliness and depression. They were firmly fixed on Yu Meng's face.

He forcefully swallowed the bitterness in his heart as he forced himself to let out a trace of a smile.

Even though his mouth was trembling, his expression was stiff.

But what did it matter? She did not know who he was, nor could she see the wound in his heart, nor the face under the mask.

He said, "I wish you happiness."

This happiness was finally delivered to her side from thousands of miles away. This, he thought, was what he had hoped for.