Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

She let out a cry and opened her eyes. What I see is a vast white and quiet world. The terrible fire, the burning pain, all disappeared. She was a little confused and relieved. Was she dreaming just now? Are all the terrible things illusions in dreams? No fire, no cold face, nothing happened!

Then, she saw a man almost at the same time, stood up and nervously grabbed her hand: "Yiwan, are you awake and feeling better?"

For a moment, she didn't know where she was. She frowned and looked at the man in front of her. She swallowed her dry throat and asked, "who are you?"

His eyes were full of deep worry and pain. He grabbed her hand and couldn't help increasing his strength. He cried eagerly and anxiously: "Yiwan, don't scare me. I'm Mencius period. I'm sorry to see you like this. Do you know? "

All the fragments of thought slowly close together, with those cruel truth a little bit back to her body. He was Mencius. He told her that the dead were gone... She remembered. She rushed to the hospital and saw her father's body covered with white cloth. Then

It turns out that the dream just now is not a fake. My father is really dead! She didn't want to accept the reality. She would rather be in a dream now. She shakes her head like a breakdown. Tears invade her face uncontrollably, invade her pillow, and extinguish all her hopes.

Mencius looked at the tears on Lin Yiwan's face, but what he tried to suppress was more and more heartbreaking sobs, and his heart also broke. He put the back of his hand on her face and wiped the tears for her, but the tears could not be wiped clean. He sighed and said, "Yiwan, if you want to cry, you can have a good cry."

She looked at him through the mist of tears, took a deep breath, and asked in a low voice, "tell me, why did dad's illness suddenly get worse?"

Mencius Qi was stunned. He took out a paper towel from the bedside table and wiped her wet tears while thinking about how to speak. After all, it's not a glorious thing for uncle Lin.

He was silent for a few seconds, and then he finally said with some difficulty: "a few days ago, several public security and law enforcement staff came to the ward to isolate and examine uncle Lin. it seems that some previous commercial crimes were involved. After that, uncle's condition quickly deteriorated."

Lin Yiwan listens to Mencius' words, her hand clenches in the quilt. Her nails were deeply embedded in the meat, but she didn't feel the pain.

She vaguely remembers that Liu Yan once told her that Qi Aozhi had sent her father's materials to the procuratorate that night. Originally, she didn't talk nonsense. Qi Aozhi did all this.

She has been so aggrieved in front of him, in order to protect her father's safety, she can bear all he has done to her. However, he still lied to her, and he was still unwilling to let go of a dying old man. What was his heart made of? No, he is heartless, so cold-blooded, so cruel.

She closed her eyes hard and her body was stiff and numb. Dad died, and her last connection in the world was gone. For a moment, she just felt hopeless.