For so many years, Gu Jingyi asked Feng Muyun the same question many times, what if the person she first met was her elder sister, and later mistaken her elder sister for her younger sister?

He had already identified her, but he never knew that it was the torment in her heart.

If he had known the truth of this matter earlier, he would have explained the misunderstanding of this matter clearly, so that she would not let her live a short life with guilt and suffering, nor would she be able to accompany her later. The women around him live their lives with regret and resentment.

It will not let the two sisters who are so close feel bad.

It was him who was young and frivolous, and in the name of love, kidnapped their lives, indirectly causing the destruction of the Gu family.

The only good thing is that he didn't let her down after all.

When they first met, it was misty and rainy, and he was startled, seeing the quiet woman standing on the bow of the boat, his heart was rippling.

Later, when he went to return the oil-paper umbrella, when he saw the woman under the peach blossom tree looking back, a poem popped out of his mind:

There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful. Encounter, meet my wish.

There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang. Meet each other, and live together with your son.

A glance is a lifetime.

Originally, I thought that if I held my hand, I would grow old with my son.

But now, the flowing water follows the spring, and the clouds are the same as anyone else.

You buried the mud in the spring to sell your bones, and I sent the world full of snow.

When the oil was exhausted, he realized that he had admitted the wrong person back then, but if he hadn't admitted the wrong sister first, how could he have met his sister.

The heartbeat is only for a moment, but it takes a lifetime to miss it.

He gave all his affections to his first wife and his belongings to his step-wife. If he knew the truth from the beginning, he would rather not have another mistress in the mansion in this lifetime than let Gu Jingyu be by his side to exhaust his whole life.

Looking back, his basic necessities of life were well arranged by Gu Jingyu.

Every time he got sick or injured, she would take care of him with her clothes on, just like he took care of his wife with her clothes on her deathbed.

Although there is not such a strong love between men and women, it has penetrated into each other's lives like blood and blood, and has become an indispensable relative.

Feng Muyun put down the tablet for his wife, picked up Gu Jingyu's tablet again, and wiped off the dust that didn't exist on it with his sleeve.

He knelt on the futon and said in a daze: "I'm sorry, I'm destined to betray you."

Even if I was the first to flirt and get to know you at the beginning, it is impossible for you to be the one who can walk into my heart in the end.

The most unreasonable thing in this world is emotion.

He spread out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, put the thick, yellowed letter on the corner of the table, and began to write his last words: I will be buried with my first wife Gu Jingyi after death.

Get a wife, get married, and have no doubts about love and affection.

If he could push himself and others from the beginning, and if his wife had been by his side to remind him from the beginning, he would not have insisted on forcing Feng Shaojin to marry He Jingshu in order to consolidate the power of the Feng family and stabilize the situation in Yuncheng.

How strong was his desire to marry Gu Jingyi back then, and now Feng Shaojin's desire to marry Mo Lingwei is as strong.



It was already late at night when Feng Shaojin rushed back to the camp.

The bedroom was pitch black, with faint moonlight filtering in through the papered windows.

His eyes had already adapted to the darkness, and he quietly looked at the person lying on his side on the bed, his heart flustered.

He took off his shoes, and closed the tent after the wetness on his body dissipated, lay down beside Mo Lingwei, stretched out his long arms, and hugged her from behind...