at 9:30.Fu Yan packed up her things, picked up her tablet, and said, "I'm going upstairs for a management meeting. Send me a WeChat message if anything comes up."The large conference room was just do...Fu Yan involuntarily cast her gaze upon his face.

If she had no trace of Li Qin on her, that would be great.

Her eyes welled up.

Suddenly, Huo Mingzheng looked up at her, "Does it hurt"

She quickly turned her head, blinked her eyes, and lied, "Uh-huh."

She turned her head and just happened to see on Huo Mingzheng's bedside table.

This was her first time in Huo Mingzheng's office, let alone the lounge. The furnishings inside were actually quite similar to those in Huo Mingzheng's other rooms.

He is actually a sentimental person and doesn't like much change in his life.

So when Fu Yan Gang came in, there was a sense of familiarity.

Besides the framed pictures on the nightstand.

Li Qin's photo was in Huo Mingzheng's rest room.

Fu Yan couldn't help but think about how many days and nights Huo Mingzheng, after a busy day of work, would sit alone by the bed looking at Li Qin's photos when he was tired or down.

Her heart clenched in pain, her insides contorted. Pain and suffocation crashed over her like a tidal wave in an instant. Terrified, she realized she had no defenses left, allowing these wounds to sweep over her with impunity.

She was in so much pain that her whole body tensed up. Huo Mingzheng noticed something was wrong and saw Fu Yan's red-rimmed eyes, frowning, "I was already being very..."

She took a deep breath, trying her hardest. The tightness in her lungs eased somewhat, but it was quickly replaced by a searing pain that made it impossible for her to speak. She struggled to get the words out: "I have a question for you."

These days, people have been reminding her one after another. She smiled lightly and brushed it off, but in fact, she dared not face the truth head-on.

When the truth was laid bare before her, she knew she could no longer pretend to be ignorant.

"Hmm." Huo Mingzheng replied softly, finished applying the ointment and bandaging it, and waited quietly for her to speak.

Fu Yan blinked her bloodshot eyes, "They said I look a lot like Li Qin."

The two characters "Li Qin" had been a taboo subject for Huo Mingzheng for a period of time. Many people dared not mention them. Over the years, only today did Fu Yan bring them up in front of him.

Ho Mingzheng's face darkened. "Who told you that"

"It doesn't matter," Fu Yan shook her head. A series of scenes of her time with Huo Mingzheng, which were originally blurry, were now crystal clear in her mind. She suddenly felt an intense pain that almost killed her.

"Did you choose me because of Li Qin" She looked straight into Huo Mingzheng's eyes, like she had grasped a lifeline, her desire to survive was incredibly intense.

Huo Mingzheng's face was ashen and terrifying.

He said nothing.

She nodded, tears spilling uncontrollably.

She understood.

She got up and walked out of the lounge in long strides before tears could overflow.

There was silence behind me, no one chasing after.

Until Fu Yan left for quite a while, all the staff in the secretary's office had gone.

Cao Fang knocked on the door and came in. The rest room was filled with a strong smell of smoke, and there were several cigarette butts in the ashtray.

Huo Mingzheng leaned against the back of the sofa, his fingers rubbing his temples, his voice low and hoarse: "She left"

"It's been a while." Cao Fang replied.

The man stood up, took his coat off the hanger, and suddenly remembered something. He turned back and asked him, "What's the date today"

"Eighteen."

Huo Mingzheng's eyebrows furrowed.

It was Fu Yan's birthday, but just before it, she cried in front of him.n't know where Huo Mingzheng's ward was, but there were a lot of flowers and fruit baskets, as well as some expensive nutritional supplements piled up at the door of the room at the end of the corrido...