Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Their faces are very close, and their eyes are even more so that they can almost see themselves in each other's eyes.

"No!" She closed her eyes. "When I went, it was already like this...I saw my mother one last time."

She stiffened as she spoke.

And her jaw was almost crushed.

"Do you think I will believe it?" He looked at her in disappointment, and his voice became colder, "I will ask you the last time Ye Liangqiu, have you chosen?"

Her fingers, covering her face--

An Lan, I have no choice... never.

She raised her eyes and looked at him, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, she did not wipe them away.

He smiled lightly, "Will you hand me over to the police?"

"Yes!" He did not hesitate.

That word also represents a break, and represents his choice.

Ye Liangqiu raised his head, "Then let me go!"

"Just before I go, let me give my mom a piece of incense." She whispered.

When she finished speaking, she slapped her face hard--

Her face turned to the side, her always fair face had five fingerprints, and it was even swollen.

She hadn't turned her face away for a long time, her bandaged hand gently stroked her face, and she gently asked, "Will you not even give me this opportunity?"

"You are not worthy." Qin Anlan spit out three words coldly.

She hurts, he hurts more than her.

Within a day, he lost his two favorite women.

Qin Anlan reported to the police, and Ye Liangqiu was taken away and detained.

She didn’t argue, and she just said those few words in the police station--

In those few days, the air pressure over city B sank.

When Mrs. Qin went out for funeral, the sky was light rain, and Qin Anlan stood in front of her tomb all day long.

He was soaked in rain and his face was covered with water.

Ye Liangqiu's cell phone call records have been found out, and it was Su Shicheng who called her before the incident.

But she didn't say a word or confided a word in the detention center.

Qin Anlan didn't visit her... He knew he was cruel, but he could only be cruel to her.

He didn't want to divorce her--

no need.

He didn't want to let her go, and he didn't want to let himself go.

He wanted her to bear the name of Qin Anlan's wife for the rest of her life.

The tombstone was soaked in rain, and he slowly squatted down, his tall body dressed in black, looked even more solemn.

He stretched out his hand to stroke Mrs. Qin's tombstone, and said in a low voice, "Mom, I still can't do not love her, or I can't be cruel to her.

His head rested on the tombstone...

On the tombstone, Hong Ke was smiling young, but water fell on it, crying like a cry.

The sky gradually dimmed... the blackness, but it took a long time to leave.

The sky was covered by dark clouds, and the sky above City B was so dark that it was breathless.

The next day, Qin Anlan went to the detention center to see Ye Liangqiu. When she came out, she lost a lot of weight.

When she sat down, she looked up at him.

He is thinner, but his facial features and eyes look sharper and unkind.

She had never seen Qin Anlan like this.

She couldn't even imagine what would happen to An Lan if he knew the truth and then Qin Pei was killed again.

She could not imagine that she would rather be hurt by herself.

"Have you figured it out?" His voice was rough, without a trace of emotion.

Ye Liangqiu stared at him for a long time before saying faintly: "An Lan, you are thin."