Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

There was a moment of hesitation on Zhong Zeshan's face.

It is said that one feels homesick when close to home. He has visited her every month for many years.

Every time I fantasize in my heart about what will happen when everything is resolved.

When everything was really over, he suddenly didn't know what to say or do.

He stood up with stiff legs and flowers in his hands. His mind was almost blank as he stood in front of Zheng Wanzhou, staring straight at her delicate chin.

It’s hard to describe at the moment.

Zheng Wanzhou paused.

When the human eye cannot see, the other senses seem to be amplified.

She could sense someone standing in front of her. There was a moment of confusion on her face, and then the corners of her lips raised slightly with a hint of surprise.

Put on a polite smile and say: "Sir, you are here!"

Her voice was unusually cheerful, like a long-lost friend meeting again. She couldn't hide her joy: "Long time no see. Did something delay you?"

"I smelled the scent of hyacinths and immediately guessed it was you."

Apart from him, there would be no one else who would listen to her play the piano and give her a bouquet of hyacinths on time every fifteenth of the month for more than ten years.

Before she played, she noticed a familiar gaze and thought it was an illusion.

Unexpectedly, after disappearing for a few months, he actually reappeared.

Zheng Wanzhou extended her hand, a slight smile on her lips, and said with a smile: "Are you here to give me flowers again?"

She had long been accustomed to this gentleman's silence, as if it was enough for him to listen to her performance, give her a bouquet of flowers and listen to her say a few words every time.

At first she was immersed in pain and had no time to care about these things.

By the time she came to her senses, she had already gotten used to this person's presence.

Zhong Zeshan looked at the smile on her lips almost greedily, and listened to her familiar tone, feeling both sweet and bitter in his heart.

Now in her eyes, he is just an ordinary friend who likes her music, so she can communicate with him with a smile.

If she knew it was him, would she still remain so calm and elegant?

He became more and more hesitant, and even felt like retreating.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Ruan Xingchen not far away, supporting his chin with one hand, looking at him with a smile, full of encouragement.

Huo Yan, who was standing beside her, did not show any expression. His dark eyes occasionally looked over at her, with a hint of urging in them.

Zhong Zeshan took a deep breath.

He has really waited too long, from being a spirited new father to becoming a middle-aged man.

More than ten years have passed. How much longer will he delay?

They are not young anymore.

"Wanzhou."

Then Zheng Wanzhou heard the old friend in front of him speak for the first time.

His voice was dry, hiding excitement and uneasiness, yet deadly familiar: "It's me... It's always been me."

Even if the emphasis of this voice was changed, she could still recognize it the moment she heard it.

Every night, this voice would call her name over and over again, gently, affectionately, playfully, sadly, and desperately.

Calling her over and over again, as well as her dead little daughter, Zhong Muzhou.

The brim of her hat was wide and deliberately pulled down, so that her expression could not be seen.

One could only see that the corners of her lips, which were originally smiling, suddenly tightened, and even her delicate and small chin seemed to have taken on a sharp curve.

"Wanzhou, I, I avenged our Mu Zhou..."

Zhong Zeshan felt inexplicably panicked.

He was afraid to hear words of rejection from her mouth, and was also afraid that she would show sadness and rejection.

In a panic, he could only talk non-stop, trying to cover up his anxiety: "Zhong Dingguo and Lin Rou have been taken to prison, and the arson case will be re-investigated and sentenced. Wanzhou, I have not dared to talk to you all these years, for fear of reminding you of those sad things. Now I have done it..."

"Zeshan."

Zheng Wanzhou finally spoke.

Her voice was a little hoarse, and her lips were pursed, as if she was choosing her words.

After a while, he whispered, "Why are you doing this?"

What has he been carrying in his life all these years?

"Wanzhou, I dream of you and Muzhou every night."

Zhong Zeshan's eyes were red, and there was a faint glint of water in them: "I dreamed that you asked me why I didn't protect you well... I don't know how to face it, I feel guilty."

So I could only quietly cover up the fact that she was still alive and help her cover up all traces.

He watched her quietly from the side, carefully keeping his distance, not daring to cause her distress.

The middle-aged man's back hunched at that moment, making him look a little old for no reason.

He sobbed softly a few times.

Even if I take revenge, what good will it do?

Zhong Muzhou's life will always be determined by the day of the full moon.

Zheng Wanzhou's eyes will never be able to see this beautiful world again.

He is not a qualified husband or a qualified father.

Zheng Wanzhou paused.

Her back was straight, and from the outside, she seemed to remain calm and composed, as if Zhong Zeshan's appearance did not bring much shock to her.