Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

She turned and ran out. She drove and ran out. Uncle Chen and the housekeeper were afraid of something wrong with her. Uncle Chen chased her out, and the housekeeper also called Fu Beichen.

In the police morgue.

Zhan Yan stood in front of the bed, looked at the person who could not recognize her appearance, and looked carefully. This person must not be his brother's, it must not be his brother's. as his brother said, he wanted to take her to live in the mountain for a few days and said he wanted to make peach blossom wine for her.

So this man must not be his brother.

Her brother loves her most, so how could he have the heart to leave her alone!

However, the scars on the body's hands and the tail ring on his little finger were exposed.

The man is Zhan Jing, her brother. The scar was left by him to save her when he was ten years old. The tail ring is the birthday gift that Zhan Yan bought for Zhan Jing by working for money for the first time.

"No, you're not my brother, you're not, you're not --" a voice came from the blood crying of the soul, and the viscera in Zhan Yan's body were convulsed with pain.

At this moment, the whole world collapsed.

But at the next moment, she rushed forward, tightly, tightly held the cold body in her arms, and couldn't breathe, but her heart was calmer than at any time. She looked at her miserable self and collapsed a little lonely and cold.

Fu Beichen, who received a call from the housekeeper, stood at the door and looked at the scene. At this moment, Fu Beichen felt that it was not pain, but a deep, cold despair engraved in his bones and flowing all over his body through his blood, but he couldn't step up.

At this moment, the world is silent.

But in that trance, Zhan Yan seemed to hear Zhan Jing's voice. He said, Yan Yan, do you know why grandpa named you Yan Yan? He wants you to be happy all your life without any pain. My brother will always guard you!

"Miss..." Uncle Chen really couldn't see it anymore. He went up and wanted to help Zhan Yan, but Zhan Yan pushed him away. She smiled and said, "Uncle Chen, this isn't my brother, isn't it, isn't it?"

"Miss..."

"It won't be my brother's, it can't be my brother's!" Zhan Yan cried, but turned around and saw the man standing at the door. It was the man she had loved for more than ten years. Because of him, she lost everything.

She quietly held the cold corpse in her arms. Her face was as white as paper. Her original smart and beautiful black eyes were very empty, and her dark hair was messy. The whole person looked like a puppet pulled away from her soul and looked at the corpse directly.

"Fu Beichen," Zhan Yan suddenly looked up at the man standing at the door and said softly, with a layer of mist in his clear eyes, "why? Why is it not you who died?"

When Fu Beichen heard Zhan Yan say this, his heart suddenly shook. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something, and he couldn't breathe.

"Why do people like you still live?" Zhan Yan's dark eyes are very empty, but they have a look of indifference and alienation. His eyes are slightly narrowed and said calmly, but he lowered his head and looked at Zhan Jing in his arms, his eyes blurred.

Time passed slowly, and there was suffocating sadness in the solidified atmosphere.

Fu Beichen looked at Zhan Yan and listened to what she said. Suddenly he became manic. He only felt pain in his chest.