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Cheng Ling has always envied him for having a gentle mother.

But only Mu Yungui himself knows how complicated his attitude towards this mother is.

My mother is gentle and kind, but it is precisely because of this that she has brought herself to this state.

She loved her father, so she found it very difficult to accept the man's cheating behavior, which led to her postpartum depression and even her health deteriorated.

However, she was stubborn and refused to listen to anyone's advice and refused to divorce.

Cowardly and foolishly stubborn.

Mu Yungui never understood what she was thinking.

It was not until I came home from school that I saw her lying in a pool of blood.

The thick blood dyed her white dress red, and the whole room was filled with a pungent smell.

The sensory stimulation was undoubtedly difficult for Mu Yungui, who was only thirteen years old, to accept.

Afterwards, the father brought the mother and child who were raised outside back home.

The three of them were having a great time, but he had nightmares all night long.

In the dream, my mother was wearing a white dress.

She was smiling at him tenderly one second. The next second, she was covered in blood and her face turned pale.

This situation gradually decreased until he completely controlled the company's shares and completely cut off the financial resources of the three of them in the company.

He hates all fragile and vulnerable people and things.

So much so that he felt dislike for Shi Qing from the first time he saw her.

A girl who looks sickly like that looks very fragile.

Maybe one day, he will die from the stress just like his mother.

However, she was different.

Although Qingqing was often sick and occasionally felt mentally exhausted, her eyes were always full of energy, gentleness and tenacity.

He liked her vitality, but also felt sorry for her fragility.

However, Chu Hefeng took the data he had investigated and found that:

She is in collusion with Mu Xiuming.

Getting close to him and saying that I like him was also deliberate.

For the sake of another man, she is willing to compromise and please him.

On the day of the press conference, there was a moment when he wanted to lock her up at all costs, imprison her in a place, and let her only look at him forever until she fell in love with him sincerely.

However, reason and pride told him not to do so.

In the end, he just drove Qingqing away and didn't let her get close to Cheng Ling.

Who would have thought that we would meet again but be separated by life and death.

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Even after being caught, Mu Xiuming still looked crazy.

"Mu Yungui, how does it feel to see someone you care about die in front of you again, huh?"

Mu Yungui's eyes were sinister, and his tone seemed to be soaked in ice. "Mu Xiuming, Qingqing likes you so much, why do you treat her like this?"

Mu Xiuming was obviously confused for a moment, "She likes me? Mu Yungui, are your eyes okay? She likes me? Hahahaha."

The thing he had ignored flashed by, and Mu Yungui frowned, "Why would she do these things for you if she doesn't like you?"

Mu Xiuming stopped laughing and said sarcastically:

"She never liked me. Also, I just asked her to make a choice. Who would have thought that she would really be willing to die..."

Mu Yungui was shocked.

Qingqing doesn't like Mu Xiuming, so why should she do things for him?

"Did you threaten Qingqing?"

Looking at Mu Yungui gritting his teeth, Mu Xiuming smiled even more proudly, "Yes, I threatened her, but what does it matter? She died anyway, and it was a worthy death. I think she is still very happy."

As if he had discovered Mu Yungui's weakness, Mu Xiuming continued to provoke him: "Mu Yungui, you are very capable, but how come you can't even figure out such a small matter? Look at you now, you are really pitiful..."

"People are dead. Who are you angry for?"

Every word Mu Xiuming said was like poison, stinging deep into his bones.

Mu Yungui secretly asked people to investigate, but all the evidence seemed to have been covered up.

The clue was cut off halfway.

Until one day, he received a strange phone call: "Hello, Mr. Mu, this is the Pearl Hotel. No one has come to claim the things you left here a few months ago. We would like to ask you how you plan to deal with them..."

Mu Yungui suddenly remembered that when he and Qingqing met for the first time, she left in such a hurry that her cell phone, bag and shoes were left in his room.

He later handed it over to the hotel front desk.

I didn't expect that she hasn't come to pick it up for so long.

Mu Yungui looked at what he had taken, which was a cute pink cell phone.

After asking someone to unlock the door, he clicked in with mixed feelings.

The photo albums are all about her daily life, scenery, food, and animals.

She looks like a girl who loves life.

She has the habit of keeping a diary, and it's all in her memo.

"I have a fever again today. My head hurts, my whole body aches, and I want to cry."

"I am the only one at home and I miss my brother very much, but I want to be independent and strong."

"I got first place in the final exam this time. My brother will definitely be very happy if he knows."

"I have to be on IV drip again. I feel really guilty watching my brother busying around. If I weren't there, my brother would definitely live a freer life."

"I feel so sick today that I am vomiting. I really want to just die."

"I can't die. If I die, my brother will be very sad."

......

The first few pages are records of when I was sick or in school, scattered from high school to college.

The girl whom he always thought was naturally optimistic and strong could actually also be sad, fragile, and depressed.

All that toughness was just a pretense for the sake of the only relative.

As Mu Yungui watched, the pain in his heart grew deeper and deeper.

The fingers kept sliding down.

Until I saw one of them, it seemed to be written when I was in my sophomore year.

"In many movies I've watched, the heroine chooses to commit suicide to protect the hero. If it were me, I wouldn't do that. Maybe it's because I haven't met someone worthy of me."

"But if someone told me one day that I could use my life to exchange for my brother's life, I would gladly do it."

He vaguely remembered that behind the gorgeous rose, the girl's eyes were gentle yet firm.

"Life is the most precious thing to me... I won't have the thought of committing suicide unless I have no other choice."

"What do you mean by being forced to do so?"

"Like exchanging lives for lives."

The mist spread in front of his eyes, and he vaguely saw the girl standing alone on the cement floor, holding the sharp knife, smiling through her tears:

I would gladly exchange my death for my brother's life.