suitcase, but only to see Tong Yimo pulling her head back, holding the suitcase handle in her hand, instinctively taking a step back.He could feel her resistance, a dull ache in his chest. But all he...As Tong Yimo returned to his side once more, she held a wooden toy in her hand.

"The Kongming Lock!" Leng Zhuxing was astonished.

Tong Yimo then handed the Kong Ming lock in her hand to Leng Zhujing: "This is a toy I made for Shangxuan, please give it to him."

"It's very small and delicate." Leng Zhujing exclaimed, taking the Kongming lock that Tong Yimo handed him. After a look, he put it in his trouser pocket.

"After tonight, from now on, we won't see each other again!" Tong Yimo rested her chin on her knees, her voice cold.

Leng Zhùjǐng took off her suit jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders.

The familiar scent of him made Tong Yimo's nose ache, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Tong Yimo suddenly stood up, took off the clothes on her shoulders, and handed them to him, her emotions somewhat agitated: "The warmth I want is no longer something you can give. Don't do any more pointless things."

She didn't want him to die, but she also didn't want him to do these loving things for her after he died in her heart.

Leng Zhūjǐng froze, taking the clothes in silence.

"I'm going to sleep first."

She said it casually, but didn't say good night to him again.

"Goodnight" is pronounced "wanan", which is also an acronym of the first letters of the phrase "I love you, I love you".

After getting married, she made it a habit to say goodnight to him every day, whether it was through text messages or phone calls. And when they were face-to-face, she would tell him in person.

Now, she was silent.

Leng Zhujing knew what this meant.

After Tong Yimo left, he sat alone for a while before coming down from the rooftop.

In this room, there is only one big bed.

The wooden plank bed, pressed against the wall, was as long as the wall itself.

When he was little, he, she, and their grandma used to sleep together on that big bed.

Now, it's still the same big bed, very spacious, but times have changed.

When he walked past, she was already asleep.

Leng Zhujing carefully lay down beside Tong Yimo and then pulled the light bulb out of the socket.

Unconsciously, he pulled her into his embrace, as if they were back living in Australia.

She is very soft and smells good when held in my arms.

He vaguely remembered that she once had a faint scent of lemon. After going to Australia, there were many farms there, and his family could drink fresh milk delivered by farmers every day.

The scent of milk clung to her as well.

But now, on her body, that milk scent he cherished is gone.

The next day, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

A sudden, rapid knocking on the door startled the two people awake from their sleep.

Before the two of them could even get out of bed, there were two loud bangs at the door.

Tong Yimo rubbed her blurry, sleepy eyes and looked towards the door. In her hazy vision, she saw a woman suddenly rush over.

"Tong Yimo, you bitch!" Ji Siyan shouted first, striding to the bed and raising her hand.

Her wrist was grabbed by a strong, powerful hand before it could reach the air.

"Big brother!" Leng Zhulang awoke as if from a dream, sitting up in bed and looking in shock at Leng Yeshen grabbing Ji Siyan's wrist and flinging her aside.

Tong Yimo also completely sobered up, and when she saw Leng Yeshen, her eyes widened instantly.

"Tong Yimò, you wretched woman! You wretched woman! Why did you take away my Ajing! You took Xiaojing's father away, making him lose his paternal love! How despicable are you After getting divorced, you still sleep with your ex-husband!" Ji Siyan paced forward again, crying hysterically, pointing at Tong Yimò's nose and scolding her bitterly.

Ling Zhujing almost instinctively shielded Tong Yimo behind her, worried that Ji Siyan would go crazy and hurt Tong Yimo.

Tong Yimo also took the opportunity to hide in the shadow behind Leng Zhurong, shifting her gaze to the side and daring not to meet Leng Yeshen's eyes.

Oh no, oh no, she had that feeling of being caught red-handed again.

And also!

She was clearly sleeping alone last night, how did Leng Zhujing end up sleeping beside her

"Tong Yimo, I'm going to kill you!" Ji Siyan, seeing Leng Zhujing protecting Tong Yimo, completely lost her reason. She stretched out her hands into a pincer shape, grinned menacingly, and pounced on Tong Yimo.

Cold Day immediately got out of bed and hugged Qi Siyan, stopping her from continuing to go crazy: "Siyan, stop! I'll go back with you!"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! That bitch won't die, and your heart will never be with me!" Ji Siyan clutched Leng Zh Jing's collar tightly, her bloodshot eyes wide and terrifying.

"Big brother, please take care of Momo for me. I'll take Siyan back first!" Leng Zhujing said, picking up Ji Siyan horizontally and leaving the room quickly.

Tong Yimo's gaze also followed Leng Zhujing's back.

Just now, that woman, was she really the Qi Siyan she knew

It wasn't until Leng Zhuxiang held onto Ji Siyan's figure and disappeared around the corner of the doorway that Tong Yimo retracted her gaze.

"Need me to set off fireworks for you Congratulations, once again abandoned by the man you love!" After the silence in the house, Leng Ye looked at Tong Yimo with a cold face and said coldly.

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