Yao Shufen's forehead before letting go of her. He stood up, holding the blood-stained knife, and looked coldly at the soldiers in front of him.He looked like a devil crawled out of hell, his eyes pi...This also means Menglan can only see Fengmu on weekends, and she has to take a five-hour car ride.

When she heard the terrible news, she hid in her bed and cried for the whole summer.

But unexpectedly, when the final report cards came out, Feng Mu and she were admitted to a private high school together.

She also secretly delighted for a while, feeling that this was a destined love. But now seeing this report card, she finally understood the truth!

"So, with your grades back then, you could have totally gone to God's High School" Meng Lan's hand clutching the report card trembled, her voice laced with shock as she asked, "Then why would you choose to come to a private school instead"

Listening to her words, Feng Mu's lips curled slightly, a hint of bitterness in his smile.

Because of you.

A few words, though light in weight, struck Meng Lan's heart with a heavy blow.

His eyes, like a whirlpool, were deep and unfathomable. Yet, one could faintly see a glimmer of affection in his pupils.

Menglan pursed her lips tightly.

She stared blankly at Feng Mu's face, for a moment, she almost couldn't recognize him. She had never seen Feng Mu like this before.

She didn't speak, but Feng Mu lowered his gaze and spoke again seriously.

You probably don't know, while you were striving to reach me, I was also there, pausing and looking back.

"All I have left for you now is hatred from that year's fake drug incident."

Having said that, Feng Mu took out a check from his pocket and handed it to her.

"I'm sorry, between us, it's insignificant now. "

This is compensation for you after all these years. Starting tomorrow, you will regain your freedom."

Menglan reached out and took it. When she saw the balance displayed as "80 million", her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Such a huge sum of money.

It's hard not to be moved.

For Meng Lan, however, it was like a piece of scrap paper, utterly useless.

"Money, I won't take it."

Dream Lan put the money back into Feng Mu's palm and looked up at him, meeting his gaze.

In Feng Mu's eyes, there was tenderness and seriousness. He slightly curled his lips, smiling with a hint of satisfaction.

"Okay, let's go."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Menglan's eyes welled up. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

She should be happy, but when this day finally arrived, her whole body trembled.

She didn't know what she was feeling at this moment, she just...wasn't as happy as she had imagined.

Menglan thought for a long time, slightly parted her red lips, wanting to say something, but when it reached her mouth, she felt it was inappropriate. In the end, she just faintly hummed.

She didn't hesitate, turning to leave, but at that moment, Feng Mu reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Shall I send someone to help you pack your luggage and take you to the airport"

"No need, I don't have much luggage." Menglan politely refused, her body turned away from him, but her eyes suddenly reddened.

"Good." Feng Mu pursed his lips, gently rubbing her palm with his fingertips. After a while, he cautiously opened his mouth again, "Is there anything else you want to tell me Like... where do you want to go"

Forgive him... or still selfishly want to know her whereabouts!

"No, Feng Mu, I hope you can let me go. Even if I beg you, may we never meet again in this life or the next." Meng Lan said coldly, resolutely withdrawing her hand from his grasp.

Then, she straightened her back stubbornly and walked out of the rooftop without looking back.

She and Feng Mu were inextricably linked, with nothing much to say between them.

Only when walking down the stairs, Menglan's footsteps faltered.

The surroundings of the rooftop were eerily silent, so quiet that she could almost hear Feng Mu's muffled sobs. Was he crying

Meng Lan's heart felt like it was being gripped by giant hands, aching as if pricked by needles. But gritting her teeth, she didn't turn back.

She couldn't turn back.

Every time she glances back, she knows deep down that she can't leave.

……

Menglan had nothing to pack. She didn't want to take anything with her from the life she once had.

But in the sealed family home, there were still some belongings of her brother that she couldn't bear to part with.

Now that her brother is gone, even keeping some of his belongings is a way for her to hold onto a memory.

Thinking of this, Menglan ran to the backyard and started sorting through her younger brother's belongings. As she organized them, her emotions spiraled out of control once again.

Especially when she saw the painting her younger brother had made for her on her birthday, tears streamed down her face like a burst dam!

I don't know how long I cried in my brother's hospital room, when the door suddenly opened and the doctor who had treated him before he passed away walked in.

"Miss Meng, how are you doing" the doctor walked over and asked her with concern.

"I'm fine." Menglan reached out to wipe the tears from her face, stood up, and bowed to him. "It's been a long time. My brother told me before that you have always taken such good care of him, and I never had the chance to thank you."

"Don't be so polite." The doctor reached out to help her up, sighing regretfully. "I haven't done much either. It's your brother's optimistic attitude and his willingness to actively receive treatment that has made the difference."

He was very understanding, even when chemotherapy was painful, he never complained.

Hearing the doctor's words, Menglan's tears welled up again. She clutched her forehead and leaned against the wall to rest for a while.

The doctor patted her shoulder again, his face etched with sympathy, yet he spoke in a soothing voice,

"Miss Meng, you should be more open-minded. After all, your younger brother has cancer and it's already in the late stage. It's already very difficult for him to hold on for a few more days…"

"What did you say" Meng Lan was startled, "My brother is in the late stage Wasn't he about to recover I even took him out to play..."

The doctor sighed and honestly explained,

"Mr. Feng hasn't told you Actually, your brother has been diagnosed with late-stage cancer, and there is no need for treatment."

But he's afraid you'll be sad, so let's keep it a secret.

And he also spent a lot of money looking for medicine, hoping to give your brother more time and let him spend more time with you.

Meng Lan straightened her spine, but her eyes were filled with disbelief.

It's impossible.

How could Feng Mu possibly do so much for her

Wasn't he always the best at tormenting her

The doctor sighed again, "Miss Meng, I understand that you've always had a deep animosity towards Mr. Feng, but actually, he's not as cold and heartless as you seem to perceive him."

At the very least, he's not bad to you!

The doctor's words carried weight, shattering Menglan's thoughts from these past days. They even made her feel that her resentment towards Feng Mu was rather laughable.

She always blamed Brother's death on Feng Mu, thinking that if she had never met him, her brother would not have died.

But now, it turns out, the truth is often the opposite of what we expect!

……

This night, Menglan hardly slept at all.

She reached out to clasp her knees, silently gazing at the night outside the window. Rarely did she let go of the hatred in her heart, taking this opportunity to sort through everything that had happened.

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