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I tried to keep my face calm so I could listen to what he had to say.

I nodded.

After saying that, he suddenly smiled faintly. "If our identities were to be swapped, then you would know why I gradually became so pessimistic and why I made you sound so cruel."

After he finished speaking, he laid his head on the pillow and panted for a long time. His injuries were not light, he must have been very tired from talking so much, and the room fell into silence again. I looked at him and didn't know what else to say but "I'm sorry".

"If you really feel sorry for me." Peng Haobai opened his mouth: "Then, just trust me one last time, okay?"

I bitterly smiled. "When did I not believe you?"

I've always believed in him. I don't believe he would really harm me.

Sometimes, he would be forced into a corner and he would do something stupid.

His eyes lit up carefully and he asked me, "Then... Don't go with Mu Huainan, just give me one last chance, okay? "

I looked at him with a complicated expression in my eyes. I couldn't bear it anymore. I clearly knew that the words that came today would definitely move my heart and make me feel uncomfortable, but I still came.

I eventually shook my head.

He looked at me and finally let out a sigh of relief, as if he'd finally given up and said, in a tone he'd expected, "I knew."

I told him, "Actually, you're wrong. I like you. I'm not like what you said. I don't have any feelings for you at all." I gently held his hand. "It's just that my feelings for you are different from my feelings for Mu Huainan."

"Little White, actually, I thought about living a peaceful life with you. I thought about it, if you want to disturb me, if you can disturb me, I'll be harassed by you for the rest of my life. If you change your mind and get someone else to be your wife, then I can smile and bless you, this is my plan for the future."

Speaking of my beautiful dreams for the future, my eyes couldn't help but light up.

"But then, somehow it changed."

"It has changed since you met Mu Huainan again." Peng Haobai reminded me.

I shook my head.

"If your Peng Family hadn't suddenly gone to the Mu to cause trouble, if he didn't capture you, I wouldn't have gone to war with him. There wouldn't have been so many messy matters in the future."

Peng Haobai heaved a heavy sigh, "As long as it's within the country, even if that event didn't happen, he would still have a way to get you back. "What's more …" He continued, "Your heart is at peace with yourself, and at Mu Huainan's place, even if it's in the heavens, south, north and south, you can still find it."

"There's no point in saying this now."

Peng Haobai turned around and didn't continue to look at me for a long time. His chest rose and fell, but he didn't know what he endured in the end.

Little White, I came here today to tell you that I'm very grateful to you. Even now, the person I'm most grateful to is you, you saved me, and the most important thing is that you helped me save Ninety-Nine.

He laughed hoarsely, "Savior." He repeated, "What is the use of having the identity of the savior?"

"I'm leaving." I got up, and really couldn't stay any longer. Peng Haobai and I have already reached this stage, as long as we meet, there will be unhappiness between us.

If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll cry.

"Wait." Peng Haobai suddenly called out to me.

"Open the second drawer over there."

I went over and opened the drawer as he had instructed. There was a divorce agreement lying inside.

On the last page, he had already signed it. Just me.

I froze as I heard his voice.

"This is probably the last thing I can do for you."

His voice was bitter.

Finally he said, "As you wish."

I couldn't say a word.

The emotions that had been suppressed over the years were all surging up. I stared at the pages in a daze. Ten years were still vivid in my mind. I had grown up with him since we were fifteen, and we were in our twenties watching the foreign sunset together.

The past rolls by and I can't breathe.

Peng Haobai never changed. He always loved me when he said he loved me.

When I was hungry, I didn't rush downstairs. I wanted to blow the wind on the roof, but Liang Yin was a little hesitant, but she still followed me up.

He could faintly hear her making a call, as if she had reported something to Mu Huainan.

The wind on the roof was cold, it was a dozen or so floors high, and could almost see all of Mu City.

I've lived here for decades, and every time I've been unhappy, and then I've returned quietly, and finally I've broken up and gone on.

I always seem to face everything with my escape.

All these years, from Lu to Mu, finally to He An Fang to the perfumery, counting with my fingers, I am only in my twenties, but sadly, I am so old that I look to be eighty years old.

It was winter, and the wind was strong.

Liang Yin followed me for a while and couldn't help but to walk forward. "Miss Lu, it's better to go back to the car to warm up than to watch the scenery here."

I turned and looked at her.

"You're really boring."

You can't even enjoy the wind.

"How could I have the chance to follow Mu Huainan?"

She was still the same ice-cold beauty. "I am willing to follow Mr. Mou."

"Don't try to act like he's cold. You won't be able to please him."

Liang Yin seemed a little unhappy.

"I didn't intentionally learn from anyone, and I don't need to cater to the Mr. Mou either."

"You and Mu Huainan have a place that is very similar, you know about it as well." "No," I said.

Liang Yin did not speak.

Every time I told her what she was thinking, she would fall silent.

It seemed to be some sort of tacit understanding.

"None of you are indifferent in nature. It's just that the passion is pouring onto a single person too quickly. However, there's only so much passion in a single person's life. Once it's used up, there's no more."

I turned again and looked out at the bare grass.

"But you've all used the wrong person, the wrong place."

I stood still for a while, but suddenly someone on my shoulder covered me with clothes. I thought that Liang Yin's metal tree had bloomed, and knew how to be merciful to others.

The one who turned around to look at him was Mu Huainan.

He was wearing an overcoat and his face was very ugly, but when he looked at me, there was a doting smile in the corners of his eyes.

"If the wind blows here, what do we do if we catch a cold?"

He squatted beside my wheelchair and gently held my hand. "What do you mean by using the wrong person? Why, do you think I love the wrong person?"

He laughed. "When did my little An'an become so unconfident?"

It's not a question of whether I'm confident or not.

"Uncle Huainan, if we hadn't met back then, and I hadn't hugged your leg and cried and called you father, would we not have had so much trouble today?"

He stood up and took my head in his arms. "I won't let this happen," he said softly.

"Then what should I do if I didn't go call your father?" I thought about it. He raised his head and looked at him. "In that case, we won't have any interactions after this."

He smiled and rubbed my head. "To tell you the truth, I've been eyeing you the moment you returned home."

I was stunned as I racked my brain to recall, before suddenly realizing something. "So that fake Uncle Pan was the one sent by you to brainwash me and make me hug you while calling you father?!"

Mu Huainan nodded.

It seems like I've been tricked by this guy since my first return home at the age of fifteen!

He leaned over and kissed me gently. "So you can't get away from me, no matter what."

The roof was a little cold, so after Mu Huainan said a few words, he started to cough, and coughed all the way into my heart.

"Hurry up and go down." I called Liang Yin who was beside me: "Quickly help Uncle Huainan down, and come up later to pick me up."

Liang Yin supported the Uncle Huainan as he walked. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around to look at me.

I was stunned. I could tell what he was worried about just by the look in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't run away with Peng Haobai. I'll wait here obediently for Liang Yin to come and pick me up."

Only then was he finally willing to leave in peace.

Along the way back, we didn't return to He An Fang, but to Mu Huainan and I's former home.

Halfway there he fell asleep, his head light, his breathing lighter, his head resting on my shoulder.

When the car stopped, he still hadn't woken up.

"Liang Yin, you and the driver should go back first. Just come back tomorrow to retrieve the car. I'll stay with him in the car for a while, I'll help him get in later."

Liang Yin looked at Mu Huainan, her eyes filled with worry.

"What? Are you afraid that I'll do something to him?"

She didn't speak again.

"He raised me from the age of fifteen. I'm not just related to him, I'm related to him more, understand?"

I don't want to go overboard with my words. What I mean by this is that the relationship between Mu Huainan and I is much more inseparable than you and him.

She finally got out of the car with a dark face.

But before she took it, she still turned on the heater on the car to its fullest, causing her to be unwilling to part with her Mu Huainan for even a little bit of damage.

I find it interesting.

She was too similar to Mu Huainan.

When love won't say out loud, when love is too much, can't extricate oneself, overstepping the limits. He always felt that he was the only one who could provide the most reliable and safest care, so no one trusted him.

Mu Huainan doesn't trust Peng Haobai, just like Liang Yin doesn't trust me.

The world messes with people. There are only a few kinds of love between men and women in this world.

Love but not, get and not love, in the end do not love.

Few people are ever happy with love.

The love in this world was filled with the love of being displaced. It was something that rarely stayed together for long periods of time.

I looked at the endless breathing on my shoulder, feeling the moist night wind, and leaned lazily against the back of the car. Suddenly, my heart ached.

This type of acid did not cry nor was astringent, most of it was sweet satisfaction.

I looked at Mu Huainan for a long time before I finally understood what love is.

Love is a process of rivalry between oneself and oneself. Finally, forgive all imperfections.

Love is through a thousand mountains and ten thousand water, saw wine green and red, experienced hope and despair, still willing to return to that person's side process.

Tonight I just want to be with you and think about nothing and do nothing.

Just like that, I love you with all my heart.

Nothing more.