No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Qiao Xinghai returned to the villa and saw that Qiao Mengyu was not there. He asked the servants and found out that she had been picked up by He Miao.

This early in the morning, first Shen Yanli and then He Miao made such an inexplicable appearance in the restaurant. Moreover, it was New Year's Eve. Shen Yanli just called him over from Beijing. He thought it was for work, so he brought him here specially. Qiao Lulu came over, but when she got there, Shen Yanli sent Qiao Lulu back again. The key was that she never mentioned work.

"Xiaoyu...Shen Yanli..."

Qiao Xinghai murmured, and the two people's faces intertwined, and the two pairs of fox eyes with the same cunning eyes overlapped unexpectedly.

It was like a bolt of lightning flashed through Qiao Xinghai's mind. He was petrified on the spot, and his whole face turned pale.

I finally understood why Shen Yanli suddenly lost his temper in the restaurant, and why the woman turned around and left after only hearing his voice.

Qiao Xinghai didn't know how he ended up back at the Shen's hotel. He felt as if his brain had been taken away. He was in a daze and stumbled towards the door like a zombie.

The bodyguard knew Qiao Xinghai. Seeing his lost state, he hurried forward and asked, "Mr. Qiao, has something happened?"

When Qiao Xinghai was asked, he just looked at the bodyguard with confused eyes. His ears kept buzzing. The person speaking in front of him seemed to be hundreds of meters away, so he couldn't hear clearly.

"Shen Yanli..." Qiao Xinghai tried hard to speak, but he only said these three words, and there was no sound. He only held the bodyguard's hand tightly and gasped for air.

"Mr. Qiao, what's wrong with you?" The bodyguard was anxious. He also supported Qiao Xinghai with his other hand, and immediately called to the other bodyguards, "Come here for help. You go and report to His Highness!"

On New Year's Eve at the door of the Shen's Hotel, Qiao Xinghai passed out covered in sweat. When Shen Yanli rushed over, he had already been placed in a guest room on the first floor.

Meng Xingcun also came and gave Qiao Xinghai acupuncture, which turned the retrograde qi back and he slowly woke up.

"Where is she?" Qiao Xinghai struggled to get up as soon as he woke up and grabbed Shen Yanli's wrist tightly, "Where is she?"

He knew that the person who just turned and ran away was the person he thought about day and night, but why, why did she refuse to see him...

"What her? I don't know what you are talking about!" Shen Yanli acted poorly and pretended to be confused. He clearly wanted to tell Qiao Xinghai everything.

Qiao Xinghai was not a fool. Seeing that Meng Xingcun was there and Shen Yanli's identity, he understood a little bit. However, he did not dare to draw conclusions easily without verification.

Or maybe this conclusion is too important for him, and he doesn't even have the courage to make a final conclusion.

After a long time, Qiao Xinghai opened his mouth, and only uttered a few dry words in his throat: "Is she... okay?"

On New Year's Eve, it snowed in the port area. It was a rarely seen sight. The few pedestrians on the street stopped and marveled at the fact that it would snow in the port area.

"I don't understand what you are..."

"Banquet, you go out first." Meng Xingcun interrupted Shen Yanli's joke.

Shen Yanli raised his eyebrows and was full of hostility towards Qiao Xinghai, but Meng Xingcun had spoken and he had to obey and go out obediently.

The guest room was small and very quiet. Not sure if it was an illusion, but Qiao Xinghai felt that he could hear the sound of snow falling outside. It fell on the top of his heart and chilled his body.

"Who is she?" Qiao Xinghai murmured, his eyes staying outside the window. A familiar figure seemed to flash through the flying snow.

She is still so beautiful. "Princess Petti, the royal Shen family." Meng Xingcun answered.

He knew how wise the man in front of him was, and he also knew that he had guessed everything, but even so, the decision to tell the truth was out of his own selfishness. He didn't want the person he loved to leave like this with regret.

Although he knew that he was in an illusion, he could not escape the world of mortals. Meng Xingcun knew that he would never be able to attain enlightenment in this life. Shen Enya had fulfilled his fate in this life.

"Haha..." Qiao Xinghai suddenly chuckled, as if relieved and self-deprecating, "I know she is not an ordinary person."

As early as the beginning of their encounter, Qiao Xinghai knew that Shen Enya had a natural nobility in her bones that ordinary people could not possess.

"Don't you hate her?" Meng Xingcun asked again. He had known Qiao Xinghai for many years and knew what he was like, but he still couldn't help but ask one more question.

The answer was expected. Qiao Xinghai did not express hatred, but only asked: "How is she now?"

"It's very bad." Meng Xingcun said.

Qiao Xinghai was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking. It took a long time before he looked away from Feixue and looked at Meng Xingcun.

"I'm waiting for you to finish." Qiao Xinghai seemed to understand everything, but his eyes never deceived, and a deep sadness filled all his emotions.

Meng Xingcun didn't say a word of nonsense anymore, starting from Shen Enya's running away from home, all the way to her angry outburst just now.

Meng Xingcun is very good at "telling stories". The 20 years are neither too long nor too short. After the New Year's Eve, it will be 20 years. There is a colorful saying about it, as if he has experienced that love all over again. Even Qiao Xinghai didn't know that love. Love that fully knows the details is laid out in front of each other without reservation.

puff!
A mouthful of blood gushes out from the mouth, sweet and warm, and drops fall on the blue-gray casual jacket, creating dazzling blood flowers.

Everything was as expected by Meng Xingcun. He just took out a few tissues and handed them to Qiao Xinghai, remaining silent without saying a word.

Some fates are not fulfilled and cannot be avoided after all.

All he can do is fulfill his destiny, and the rest is the destiny of others.

The blood at the corner of his mouth was wiped clean, but the blood on his body had already penetrated into the fabric. Qiao Xinghai simply took off his coat, his movements were slow and determined.

"Take me to see her." Qiao Xinghai said calmly.

Meng Xingcun raised his wrist and looked at the time: "Xiaoyu should be still here now, she..."

After pondering for a moment, Meng Xingcun did not continue. He was waiting for Qiao Xinghai's decision.

The most desperate thing for a person is to gain and then lose, and to watch the loss again. There is no way to do it. Qiao Mengyu has already experienced Qiao Xinghai's illness once, and even Meng Xingcun can't bear to let her experience Shen Enya again.

It was too cruel for her.

Some scars have already formed scabs, and if they are to be opened again, the pain will be doubly painful. It is up to the person concerned to decide whether they want the pain to be painful or not.

"Find a way to let her go." Qiao Xinghai said in a hoarse voice. At this moment, he was only wearing a gray shirt. (End of chapter)