Zhuang Yibo originally thought that Qianxing would never mention his topic again.
After all, she didn't ask about him when she was at the police station. She couldn't see him when she left the police station, and she didn't ask about him. When she returned home, she found that everything that belonged to him was gone, but she still didn't ask about him.
.
It was as if she had already acquiesced and accepted that this man had disappeared from her life.
But he has done enough.
He even formed such a professional team of lawyers in case she was involved in a lawsuit.
What more could she ask for?
After all...she killed his dearest and most beloved brother.
Zhuang Yibo remained quiet for a long time before finally speaking in a low voice: "This is the best result."
She still didn't mention Wangjin, but Qianxing had already understood what she meant.
Shen Haoxuan's death seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains between the two people.
How can we cross over?
Apart from this, can there be a better result?
"But..." Qianxing stretched out his hand and gently touched her face, "Won't it hurt?"
After a long time, I finally heard Zhuang Yibo's low murmur: "It hurts a lot, so I'm used to it..."
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Zhuang Yibo insisted on staying in London to study. Qianxing felt that no matter how hard she tried to persuade him, it might be unnecessary.
She couldn't say anything more, so she could only accompany Zhuang Yibo to school the next day.
Zhuang Yibo explained to the school that she could continue to go to school and study, and the school naturally welcomed her back to the school.
Qianxing only felt sad.
The two left school together, and Zhuang Yibo went to the Chinese supermarket where he often went to buy food. He said he wanted to cook a good meal for them and let them try his craftsmanship.
Thousands of stars can only be left to her.
After the two of them finished shopping in a Chinese supermarket, they returned to the downstairs of Zhuang Yibo's apartment. They saw a man standing downstairs, leaning against a lamppost on the street, smoking a cigarette with his head lowered.
Zhuang Yibo and Qianxing paused together.
The man seemed to have noticed something and raised his head. When his eyes fell on the two of them, he obviously paused.
Then, he put out the cigarette in his hand, threw it into the trash can, and walked forward slowly.
He walked until he was in front of Zhuang Yibo. Zhuang Yibo was initially stunned, but it wasn't until he was close that she suddenly looked away and avoided his gaze.
Qianxing unconsciously stretched out his hand to protect her, and looked at the person in front of him defensively, "What do you want to do?"
But the man just looked at Zhuang Yibo and said in a calm tone: "What? Are you afraid that I will hit you?"
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yibo paused again, and finally slowly turned his gaze, looking at the man for a long time without saying anything.
"You really think you are the only one in this world and you are ready to cut off all contact with me, right?"
Zhuang Yibo's voice became hoarse. After a long time, he finally uttered one word in a low voice: "Brother."
Zhuang Kehao just looked at her quietly, with no big expression on his face as always. He paused for a moment and then said calmly: "You didn't even think of telling me that such a big thing happened, did you?"
Zhuang Yibo was still speechless.
But suddenly, she remembered something that was already far away.
When Zhuang Zhonghong was arrested, Zhuang Kehao did not look for her;
When Han Qin passed away, she refused to attend Han Qin's funeral, and Zhuang Kehao also accepted it calmly.
Later, she came to England and was lucky enough to rent the apartment she had rented before.
She always thought that Shen Wangjin helped her keep it.