[69 Book Bar - www.] Accompanied by her brother, Jian Xun went to the hospital to have the stitches removed. There was a dark brown mark on her forehead, winding from the center of her forehead to her temples. There was no bangs to cover it, and the scar was hideous and terrifying.

I had lunch with my brother outside, and in the afternoon, Jian Xun stayed alone in the house. I remembered when I was a child, running hand in hand with Feng Ying, chasing the sunset on the high river embankment. I remembered that in June, I held up bamboo poles with Feng Ying.

I hit the star fruits hanging on the branches with a pole. I think of my innocent childhood, throwing stones with Feng Ying and playing the house building game.

A burst of cell phone ringing pierced the blurred dream in front of me.

Jian Xun took it over, and the caller ID made her heart tremble, and she couldn't help but panic.

"Hello?"

It was so quiet over there that the hair on Jian Xun's neck stood up. The man's voice was cold, and Jian Xun listened silently, "Okay, I'll go over now."

After hanging up the phone, Jian Xun changed into clean clothes. She still looked bad in the mirror, but she didn't understand.

After packing her bags and going out, Jian Xun took a taxi and headed straight to her destination.

This is a cafe with quite a petty bourgeois atmosphere. In the afternoon, there were only a few customers inside.

"Xiao Xun..."

Entering, looking around, I suddenly heard a familiar voice.

Jian Xun looked over and saw that Feng Sicheng was sitting in the most hidden place in the store, blocked by lush green plants.

Walking over, not knowing what expression to use, Jian Xun blushed awkwardly and said, "Brother Sicheng."

Compared to her uneasiness, Feng Sicheng's eyebrows were calm and he said, "Sit down."

With his heart pounding, Jian Xun sat down opposite him.

After ordering a cup of cappuccino, Jian Xun lowered her eyelashes and tightened her white fingertips hanging on her knees little by little, not knowing what to say.

Soft light music is playing in the store, flowing like water, slowly, as if it is going to flow into people's hearts.

"Is your injury feeling better?"

While she was nervous and restrained, Jian Xun heard him caring about her injury. Her eyes suddenly brightened, "Well, it's much better. The stitches were just removed today and the doctor said it's nothing serious."

"That's good." He seemed relieved. Jian Xun heard him let out a long sigh of relief before picking up the coffee cup in front of him and taking a sip.

"Brother Sicheng, do you hate me too? I know that I have made a mistake that cannot be forgiven. I also hate myself. If you hadn't called me today, I would have been ashamed to appear in front of you in this life." Okay.

She was so sad that when she said these words, Jian Xun felt her heart pounding, so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

Putting down the cup, Feng Sicheng remained silent for a long time. He leaned back and leaned against the back of the generous sofa. The hand holding the ear of the cup was bulging due to exertion.

"When Yingying left, she kept thinking about Yan'en and you. I know that she was unwilling to spend the last moments of her life without her favorite people and best friends around. She was very sorry, so

I just opened my eyes wide, I think she can't bear to leave you." Feng Sicheng's voice was stiff, and you could tell that he was deliberately suppressing his emotions.

She was sad, and her heart ached like a cocoon. Jian Xun's fingers were bent, and her nails were pinching her palms tightly.

The clerk brought the coffee and said, "Please take your time."

Jian Xun stared at the cream foam in the cup, silent, and the atmosphere was involuntarily filled with deep sadness and deathly solidification.

"Yingying asked me to tell you before she died that she hoped that you and Xi'en could live a good life, grow old together, and stay together for the rest of their lives."

Feng Sicheng's words shocked Jian Xun. She raised her head in surprise and stared at him without blinking.

Nodding, Feng Sicheng said sincerely, "This is Yingying's last wish. She hopes that you and Yan'en will be good."

Before Yingying left, she was still thinking about herself. Jian Xun's cheeks were burning and she felt ashamed. Her eyes were a little dodgy and she was even more frightened. "It's impossible for me and Xian En to live well together. He won't forgive me at all."

He wanted to kill himself, so how could he treat her well?

Seeing the embarrassment and uneasiness on Jian Xun's face, Feng Sicheng frowned and spoke in a low voice as if to enlighten him, "Don't think too badly of things, let alone be discouraged. Before you got married to Xuan, your relationship wasn't much better than it is now, right?"

.Although I am an outsider, I can also see that after half a year

Lai Lanen still has feelings for you, but Yingying came first, so he naturally put Yingying first. But now that Yingying is gone, his people are completely yours, and they live together every day.

Isn’t it easy for two people to want his heart?”

He said it sincerely, but Jian Xun frowned and hesitated, "Brother Sicheng, I won't hide some things from you. After the child left, I already filed for divorce from him, and I really don't have the confidence to live with him anymore.

.”

"divorce?"

Feng Sicheng raised his eyebrows with surprise in his eyes, "Did he agree?"

Thinking about his objections, Jian Xun bit her lip and lowered her head again, "No."

Feng Sicheng picked up the cup and raised it to his mouth. He took another sip of the bitter coffee and spoke slowly after a moment, "The thing that Xiaoying can't let go of the most is your grace. I think if you can live a good life, Ying

Only the spirit that shines in the sky can be happy."

"Even if I am willing, even if I use the rest of my life to make up for my sins, what about Zhen En? He doesn't even want to see me, so how can he continue to live with me!"

"Maybe the current Yan'en is not a qualified husband, but this is Yingying's last wish, and I think he can do it. Xiaoxun, this may be more difficult for you, but please use your time to wait for him.

Is that okay?”

Jian Xun was silent for a long time, and Feng Sicheng sighed, "Of course, these are just Yingying's hopes after all. If you feel embarrassed, you don't have to force it."

A thin mist curls up from the mouth of the cup, and the rich aroma of coffee lingers on the tip of your nose.

Jian Xun didn't know what to do. She took the ino in front of her. The bitter taste slid from her throat into her stomach along her taste buds, burning unbearably.

"Brother Sicheng, what are your plans next?" Not wanting to delve deeper into the topic, she raised her eyes again and looked at the person opposite her softly with watery eyes.

Feng Sicheng smiled sadly, "I'm the only one left in this world, what else can I do? I've got a fat job for me. I'll report to work tomorrow. That's it, just hang out."

Alone and alone...

With Yingying gone, Brother Sicheng really has no family left in this world.

Feeling very uncomfortable, sourness rushed to the tip of her nose, Jian Xun stared sadly, "Brother Sicheng, if you don't dislike me, please treat me as your sister."

Feng Sicheng was slightly startled, and his amber eyes fell firmly on Jian Xun's face. After a moment, he smiled warmly, "Silly girl, haven't you always been my sister!"

Jian Xun also smiled lightly. Only after experiencing some things can we understand the value of love.

Feng Sicheng looked at the time and said, "It's time for me to go back. Although it's Yan'en's company, I still need to prepare the information. By the way, there is a diary of Yingying here. I read a few pages and I think it's more appropriate for you to keep it."

Um?

Jian Xun looked at him in confusion, and then his eyes fell on the pink notebook he pushed over. How could Brother Sicheng be willing to hand over Yingying's relics to him?
Chapter completed!