He said that when she was drunk and tore up his important documents for several days, he was afraid that she would not want him.

He said that he liked the way she looked for various reasons to take advantage of him the most.

He said...

He said...

He said a lot.

His father had a bad relationship with his mother, and he did not dare or was good at expressing his emotions.

He even feared that he had expressed his wrong meaning and made her think he was not good.

So much so that he didn't express anything, thinking that in this life, she would take the initiative to come to him and he would just spoil her and love her.

It turns out that love should be done more, but also talked more.

Until she died, he had no chance to say something to her—

"Dao, I love you very much..."

He gently stroked the photo on Tong Huan's tombstone, and tears slid down his straight nose.

He obviously didn't look old at all, but Tong Hun found that his hair had turned much whiter again.

"You are the light in my life. The light is gone, the road ahead is dark, and you can't see the end. It's boring to continue..."

He lowered his eyes and smiled lowly, shook the bright cocktail in his hand, and the gentle smile in his eyes gradually spread.

Tong Huan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

His eyes suddenly raised, looked at the corner of Bo Yan's smiling lips, and listened to him:

"Dao, in the next life, I will find you first and tell you that I love you."

He finished drinking the cocktail in his hand, took the glass in front of Tong Huan, and drank it.

Just a moment later, she saw Shi Boyan's face showing the pain after being poisoned, and a dazzling scarlet flush flowed from the corners of her mouth...

But no matter how painful it was, his eyes and mouth were filled with smiles, and his eyes looked at the horizon, as if there was a girl he loved was greeting him there.

“Details.”

"Bulaiyan!!! Time is not! Time is not, time is not, time is not, no, time is not, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone? Save him..."

She stood in despair in the cemetery, shouting heart-wrenchingly, but no one heard it.

When she saw Bo Yan slowly raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes, and quietly leaned against her tombstone, as if she was asleep.

On his face was the happiest and most relieved smile that Tong Huan had seen from his face in the past few decades.

She thought that if his father had not been found in this life, if he had not needed to see him off, he might have been with her long ago.

She rushed forward and tried to pick up Shi Boyan, but every time she reached out, her hand would pass through his body.

Even though she knew it was futile, she still wanted to hug him again and again, and kept calling Shi Boyan's name.

"Bo Yan!!!Bo Yan!!!"

---I am the spacer of Rongrong's family------------------

"President, I found out that they were the ones who took the wife away."

Qin Lei handed the investigation results in his hand to Shi Boyan outside the ward.

The eyes, the string of names that fell on the paper, had a cold murderous intent burst out in their eyes.

"Hello them before calling the police."

Qin Lei knew what Shi Boyan meant, and he responded without changing his expression.

"Boyan!Boyan!!"

In the ward, Tong Huan's desperate cry came from the ward, and Shi Boyan's heart suddenly tightened.

Pushing the wheelchair by himself, he turned around and said to Qin Lei:

“Everything that should be repaired has been repaired.”
Chapter completed!