Mu Tingfeng seemed to have sensed the shock in Zhao Youlin's heart. He turned around and pulled Zhao Youlin into his arms. He sighed and said, "Perhaps it's his way of coping."
He thought that one day, the person who would never appear again would suddenly return here, see all of this, and then return to their side.
How could Zhao Youlin not know this? It was precisely because of this that her heart became more and more bitter.
From the moment she was reborn, no, it should be said that from the moment she died, they had already diverged into two parallel lines that would never meet again. It was destined that things would never return to the way they were.
The two of them hugged each other. Neither of them spoke. They stayed in this house that had sheltered Zhao Youlin for many years, before they left hand in hand.
