The sound opposite was rustling, and at three or four o'clock in the second half of the night, there was a faint crying sound of the child. (First release)

It was a cold night in Kyoto. On the snowy night, a beautiful woman half squatted beside the small bed, holding one with one hand and shaking the one in the cradle with the other hand. Seeing that Hosran brought the phone, she was a little surprised, but she endured the sleepiness and surprise and took it over, put it in her ear, and gently "feed" it.

She probably didn't expect that it would be An Ranhe.

This proud woman who was once arrogant in front of her called her late at night after nearly half a year after leaving Kyoto, in order to ask her about emotional problems, she thought she was forced to do nothing. Perhaps in An Ran's opinion, Lin Yitong is a model of success, and she must be able to teach herself what to do.

"Lin Yitong..." The little woman screamed softly, put down all her pride and asked her for help.

Lin Yitong knew that Mo Huaiyuan also followed her after Anran left for less than a month. She had a vague premonition about what happened in the past six months.

She thought of the situation An Ran said.

An Ran burst into tears silently on the opposite side, trying not to let herself cry in front of Lin Yitong. The choking and hoarseness in her voice could not be concealed. Lin Yitong took a breath and asked her softly: "It's just that the love he gave was too much pressure, which made you say those words in a moment, right?"

"You can't give it to him, but you can see that he was hurt like that. You feel uncomfortable, it's not easy, right?"

An Ran bit the horn of the quilt and couldn't tell her that she was so worried about Mo Huaiyuan now that she empathized with his pain. His eyes and wounds kept shaking in her mind, tortured her to sleep and woke up after several times. The phone call she called him was turned off, and she couldn't go out to look for it.

"An Ran, have you already thought about it? You want to separate?"

The little man in her hand was picked up by a pair of big hands. She relaxed a little, held the phone in her hand, and continued to ask seriously.

This sentence made An Ran confused.

Separate?

Under her slender eyelashes, the wet and hot tears were scattered, and the word "separation" cut her heart like a knife. She wanted to do so a hundred times, reluctant to leave, and didn't want to. As soon as she thought about that scene, her heart would be suffocated by vines, and she shouted no, but in this situation, she would almost torture her to death.

"Unsure, is that?" She was still sleepy, smiled gently, and asked.

"There's one thing you should be sure of. You don't want to see him in such pain. His goodness is not for nothing. You have no reason to repay him. He is so sad that he deserves it, right?"

"An Ran, at least, go and comfort him."

"No matter whether you are together or separated in the end, you don't want to see him in such pain, right? Then it's better to leave this little love, it's not in vain for him to love you."

“…What do you think?”

After talking intermittently for more than half an hour, An Ran heard it a little bit and felt a little bit better. She felt that the man opposite had begun to become impatient. She was dissatisfied with the time she had disturbed his wife for so long in the middle of the night. She politely said softly that it was very late. You go to bed, after saying goodbye, and hung up the phone.

Comfort him... she thought too.

She didn't want the two swords to be tense, just like before, she spoke coldly, one word was a knife, and every word was pierced in his heart.

Finally, I cried until I fell asleep.

In my dream, I dreamed that when I was twenty-one years old, I ran into Mo Huaiyuan who was in love with Ren Keyuan. At the corner of the stairs at home, he stopped his kiss and looked up at her. In that look, he didn't love her, he lived a chaotic life but was still peaceful, without waves, and without desire, he was strong.

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When she woke up, she was confused. The little woman had a messy hair, her eyes swollen like walnuts and she woke up slowly.

The room is bright.

Her whole body felt as if she was crushed by a huge truck. She went down safely. After washing, she compressed her eyes for a few minutes. At least she had some swelling before she dared to go out. She had thought that with his strict temperament, even if she really didn't want to go home, he would still return to the municipal office the next day.

He has always been so rigorous, rational, and never slackened.

An Ran ran into the municipal gate in a hurry. Today there was heavy fog, and the humidity and cold air were heavy. People watched her whisper along the way, with a lot of curiosity but cautious expressions, and she was hiding everywhere.
Chapter completed!