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Chapter 1714 Her World

Fang Jiamei nodded lightly, with a hint of sadness in her eyes, "I was only 17 years old when I first met Zicong. At that time, I was just taken home by my father, but his wife didn't like me very much, so I asked him to come here."

"It's very scary to live alone in a villa. I often sit by the sea and wait for the dawn. Then one day, I found someone sitting there, so I took the initiative to talk to him. It was Zicong."

Fang Jiamei talked about it quietly. It has been three years since Zicong passed away, and she can say these things calmly.

"Zicong is a free wanderer. He likes music and even lives for music. I like his freedom very much, which I can't do." Fang Jiamei had a faint smile on her face, "Teacher Chen made an exception. Accept him as a student, we go to and from class together every day, and we gradually get together, he is all my sense of security, all my dreams, and my expectations for the future."

He is almost her whole world.

His presence filled her grief of having just lost her mother, her loneliness, and even her vague fear of the future.

Listening to her words, Mo Yiheng lowered his eyes slightly, "What happened next?"

"Later..." Fang Jiamei took a deep breath, looked at the building on the other side of the lake, shining brightly at night, "My father, I don't agree with me being with such a person. After the interview, Zicong got into a car accident and died on the spot."

What kind of feeling was that at that time, as if someone hollowed out her heart in an instant, your brain and the world went blank, so fast that you couldn't feel pain, only deep numbness and emptiness.

Mo Yiheng looked at her with complicated eyes, "And then?"

She's back home, isn't she?
Fang Jiamei lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, with a little bitterness, "It's unbelievable to say that, I always feel that there is something wrong with Zicong's death. Two weeks after his death, I went back to China and was going to find me. I talked to my father, but I haven’t been back in China for a long time, I don’t know him everywhere, I lost my luggage and couldn’t get a taxi, and suddenly fell down when I was going down the stairs...”

Mo Yiheng's heart tightened for a moment.

"I don't remember the rest. My father said that I fell on my head and was in a coma for a whole year. After that, I came back." Fang Jiamei said softly, and looked sideways at the silent man beside her. , "You know what? I always feel that I don't seem to be in a coma."

Mo Yiheng was slightly startled by her words, and looked at her with complicated eyes, "What do you mean?"

Can she remember anything?

Fang Jiamei shook her head in distress, with a trace of confusion, "I can't tell, I feel like I've gone to another world, everything is blurry, someone keeps scolding me, but sometimes, he will be very gentle Talk to me, but I don't know what's going on, the doctor said it might be my fantasy."

But all this fantasies always made her feel that this was the source of all the emptiness in her heart. She wanted to look for it, but... she didn't want to look for it.

In the end, Zicong died because of her, and the rest of her life was intended to atone for her sins.

Unexpectedly, by accident, he married this gentleman.

Listening to her words, Mo Yiheng couldn't say whether he was relieved or sad, but he was extremely depressed, like a huge stone pressing on his heart.

(End of this chapter)