one year later.

A house in the United States.

Rong Tao sat quietly on the bay window sill in the bedroom, staring blankly at the dark night outside.

The screen of the mobile phone in my hand was stuck on a WeChat chat interface, but the chat history displayed on it was from a year ago.

He never called her again or sent her a message.

Neither did she.

Cleanly and thoroughly.

At the door, Shui Donghui stood there and looked at her for a long time.

"Is he okay?" She didn't turn around and continued looking outside.

Shui Donghui moistened his lips with his tongue. The small figure made him feel extremely sad.

The question she asked most was, is he okay?

After arriving in the United States, he found that Rong Tao was always in a sleepwalking state and there was no smile on his face anymore.

She often sat alone in a corner in a daze for the whole day, or she would flip through the photos in her mobile phone over and over again and cry silently.

Shui Donghui didn't tell her about the car accident. Every time he answered her, he would say, "Okay, it's OK."

Each time she didn't ask any further questions, but just put her head on her legs and continued to daydream.

Shui Donghui was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do.

Not hearing a reply, Rong Tao asked again blankly, "Is he okay?"

Shui Donghui nodded gently, "Okay."

She turned back, her eyes were wet, she looked at Shui Donghui and choked up, "I miss him..."

Rong Tao's tears began to flow down, but she did not cry out loud. She just lowered her head and buried her face in her knees.

"... Taotao."

Seeing her so upset, Shui Donghui's heart ached. He thought many times whether he should tell her everything. It would be better than for her to stay in this state.

But......

Shui Donghui quietly left the room.

The next day, Mike came.

Before going abroad, Shen Liuchu asked him to take care of things here.

He has always done it, very dedicatedly.

Rong Tao did not leave the room. Shui Donghui led him to the balcony and the two talked in a low voice.

"Taotao, is she still the same?"

Shui Donghui nodded.

Mike spread his hands, "Sometimes, I really can't understand the way you Chinese treat love."

Shui Donghui smiled bitterly, "You will never understand."

"Okay, but I insist that this is not the way she should be. She is still so young. Maybe you should do something for her."

Shui Donghui didn't respond. Mike glanced at the closed bedroom door, shook his head and sighed, then left.

-

Night, too quiet.

Shui Donghui pushed the door open a crack, and saw Rong Tao lying on the bed motionless with her eyes open.

He has been lying there since morning until now, without saying a word.

Shui Donghui closed the door again.

He, who never smoked, sat in the living room and smoked all night.

At daybreak, Shui Donghui knocked on the door and went in, and Rong Tao sat on the bay window sill again.

After he went in, he searched the room for a minute, then walked over, pulled her down, grabbed her hand and walked out.

Rong Tao was pulled out of the room like a puppet. It was not until she saw Shui Donghui picking up the suitcase in the living room that she came back to her senses. "Brother Hui, where are you taking me?"

Shui Donghui pulled the suitcase with one hand and pulled her with the other, "Go back to Jingbei!"

-

Rong Tao was still in a daze until she got on the plane, but she could feel her heart beginning to waver.

She saw the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, the same vast sky as his WeChat avatar.

On the plane, Shui Donghui told her that the so-called murder recording was Yu Nanyan's trick. Shen Liuchu used some means, but Diao Hongying's death was not arranged by him. Wu Kaiming was not fed to fish, but was sent to Africa to dig coal.

As for why Shen Liuchu cut off contact with her after the truth was revealed, Shui Donghui didn't say. He didn't know how to tell her.

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