He finally began to wake up and repent, how much sin he had committed back then.

It has long surpassed the so-called "murderer" that Tang Shi carries on her body.

He is the real murderer! He ruined Tang Shi's life!

After the video call, Lin Ci sent Bo Ye a document, which was a question about the case and news about the IP address. All Lin Ci's records were quite clear and clear, so he must have spent a lot of effort to sort out and collect.

Lin Ci has always gone through fire and water for Tang poetry. It is not the ambiguity of men towards women, but the respect for Tang poetry.

Even Lin Ci tried his best to clear Tang Shi from the charges. So many people said that it was impossible for Tang Shi, but why didn’t he see it?!

Why……?!

Bo Ye closed the computer and felt like he had been evacuated. He stood up and was in a daze for a long time. After a long time, he seemed to have been suppressed for a long time. He grabbed the decorative vase in the living room and fell to the ground and smashed it!

The man let out a meaningless roar. At this time, the language had lost its meaning as a text. Those thin words could no longer convey anything to him. Only by relying on instinctive roars and venting, can it really come from the most primitive anger and tear his reason to pieces.

He was angry, angry that he had destroyed her for five years, and even more angry that he could not be so incapable of being like this. A case with a different truth would be a few years later, and he would be able to notice it!

After Bo Ye fell down, he kicked the coffee table on the side. He didn't know what to do to vent his annoyance and didn't know how to calm himself down.

He couldn't deceive himself, he was furious, he roared because he... was scared!

Too scared to death!

The truth of that time is no longer the so-called murder in his memory. So what should he do? He subverted all his cognition and even overturned the original murderer. How would he end up?

He mistakenly harmed Tang Shi. How did he save Tang Shi's life in danger?

No, he had no chance at all! Tang Shi had already run away! He had already left his world long ago!

He was sad and sad. When he realized everything in the end, there was no one left by his side. Everyone was disappointed with him! His mother began to travel around the world and stopped asking about his news. His son used all his tricks to slip away from his palms, and his ex-wife, Tang Shi, who had hated for so many years but hated the wrong person, had also completely left Haicheng with her son!

What's left of him! In the end, there's nothing!

Is he sad? He is ridiculous! He deserves it!

Bo Ye covered his face helplessly, half-kneeled on the blanket in the mess, leaned against the coffee table, reached out to cover his eyes, but couldn't hold back the tears and rolled down from his eyes.

He whimpered like a trapped beast, unable to bear it anymore, and could no longer resist the various emotions in his heart, and the waves swept to swallow him.

He wanted to cry and roar, but what should he do? His redemption has been lost by himself.

If Tang Shi's reputation is rehabilitated and she will be reborn, who will save him? Who will...who will save him in despair?

That night, Bo Ye didn't close his eyes all night. After shed tears silently, he began to daze. He even accidentally touched the fragments of the vase on the ground. The sharp ceramics cut the skin of his palm, embedded in the texture, and made the flesh and blood blurred.

As if he could not detect the pain, Bo Ye raised his right hand blankly and looked at the blood gushing out of the wound in the palm of his hand, which was shocking red.

He stared at the wound for a long time, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the extremely deep-seated ceramic fragments in one go, and blood beads splattered! The originally numb body, but in the next second, all the pain that was caught off guard returned, causing severe pain in the depths of his heart. His face was pale, as if he had lost his soul.

There was no stopping bleeding from the wound, and blood surged out of the wound. He was in pain, but his heart hurt even more.

He was wondering, when Tang poetry was desperate to cut his wrist and self-injury, was it because he was so painful now?

No, it's impossible. The wound on his hand now is no match for dozens of bloody scars on Tang Shi's right wrist!

Her pain at that moment was all back to Bo Ye in a counterattack. He remembered that Tang Shi was suffering from inhuman insults alone in prison, but he was in this colorful world with a storm. The contrast was obvious and he was ridiculous.

The truth came at this moment, just like Lingchi's executioner. Bo Ye closed his eyes, but his eyes were full of Tang Shi's voice, appearance and smile.

After five years of marriage and five years of husband and wife, he gave her a false charge. Did he ever think about how much retribution he would suffer if it was a mistake?

No, he had never thought about Tang Shi at all!

Bo Ye's eyes were swollen, and blood was mottled in his palms. Because a lot of blood was lost, Bo Ye's face looked a little pale. He felt that everything in front of him was slowly tilting and twisting, and together with his entire world, gradually collapsed and gradually rushed to a black and white end...

*******

Bo Ye woke up again and was in the hospital. Lin Ci and Jiang Ling sat on the side. Seeing him awake, Jiang Ling joked, "Why don't you just cut a little further down and cut your wrists directly? What's the purpose of cutting the palm? If the palm lines are broken, you will lose your fortune. You can carry it yourself."

Bo Ye stretched out his hand and stared at the bandaged wound on his right hand in a daze. He wanted to speak, but his voice became hoarse, "I..."

"It was your special assistant who was worried because you didn't hear back all day, so he went to your private apartment to find you. Damn, as soon as you entered the door, the thing fell all over the floor, and the ground was covered with blood. I didn't know that I thought the thief was stabbed after entering."

Jiang Ling looked at Bo Ye and raised his eyebrows, "This is not your style, why can't you think so easily?"

Bo Ye was very cold and decisive in his impression. When he found something wrong, he would immediately withdraw and leave. He had never seen him look so distraught.

In addition to... Tang poetry.

Jiang Ling asked tentatively, "Isn't it related to Tang Shi?"

Bo Ye's eyes trembled, and Jiang Ling knew that he had guessed correctly.

"Come on, you're going to live like this for Tang Shi now. Why didn't you use your brain more yourself?"

Jiang Ling sighed after seeing the joke, "Bo Ye, don't bother others because of Tang Shi's affairs, it's not rare for them."

Yes, she didn't care about it anymore. She disappeared from Haicheng even with people and shadows, and even Su Qi didn't know her whereabouts. She walked so simply and ruthlessly, of course she didn't care about him!

Is this considered retribution? No, retribution should be far from enough, right?
Chapter completed!