Meng Huaijin remained expressionless; the old lady was right.

Years ago, he set a fire and burned the woman to death.

He thought, if he burned her to death, then no one would be able to beat or scold him anymore; he had had enough!

Who knew that burning that woman to death would cause trouble as well?

How difficult it must be for a child with no relatives or friends to survive in this world.

Before, at least we could at least have something to eat, even if it was a case of sometimes being hungry and sometimes full.

Meng Huaijin turned and left.

He continued walking north into the city and found that the hillside was still there, but it had been developed into a small park in the city.

There are children playing.

The wind was a bit cold, but he didn't seem to feel it.

Meng Huaijin walked up the hillside until he reached the tree, where he lay down and curled up.

He closed his eyes, intending only to close them briefly, but once closed, he found it difficult to open them again, and then he fell asleep.

Meng Huaijin was awakened by the pain. It was already late, and the surroundings were pitch black, with only a few lights from the distant lights providing a little illumination to the area.

It hurts so much, it hurts so much.

He opened his eyes and saw several bewildered teenagers, ranging in age from fourteen to eighteen.

One of them stabbed him with a knife, looking somewhat flustered.

Seeing that he had opened his eyes, the boy with the knife stabbed him again.

Meng Huaijin had almost no time to resist.

He remained in a lying position.

He had just woken up and had a rare sweet dream in which he ate a lollipop handed to him by Jiang Wanning, and his mouth felt sweet.

"Quick, grab it! This guy looks like he's rich!"

Someone touched his phone and took it directly.

Another person reached for Meng Huaijin's wallet and tried to steal it.

Meng Huaijin realized what was happening and reached out to snatch it.

"Give it to me!" He looked so nervous, as if there was some treasure inside.

These kids are even less likely to be let go.

Seeing that Meng Huaijin was about to snatch it back, another young man added insult to injury.

Meng Huaijin watched helplessly as they stole her wallet.

The man opened his wallet with great anticipation. Inside, besides a few bills, there was a plastic stick.

The man took out the money, threw down the stick and the wallet, and cursed, "Damn it! I thought you had money, but it's just a few hundred bucks! But it's enough for a nice meal tonight."

Their voices faded into the distance.

Meng Huaijin could no longer stand up. He felt his blood was draining very quickly, probably because he had punctured a major artery.

He crawled with difficulty, his eyes searching for the direction of the stick.

He treasured that plastic stick for many years and couldn't bear to throw it away.

Finally, he got closer and closer, but he still couldn't touch it.

Meng Huaijin stretched out his fingers, his eyes fixed on the plastic stick. Finally, he reached it and grasped it tightly.

That was the lollipop he snatched back then.

Meng Huaijin experienced a hallucination, and at that moment he suddenly remembered what his dream was.

His dream is that when he becomes rich in the future, he will buy ten thousand lollipops for that little girl as an apology.

But when he became rich, and could easily afford a million lollipops, how did his original intention change?

When he saw Jiang Wanning, instead of giving her a lollipop, he injured her.

If he saw Jiang Wanning, recognized her, gave her ten thousand lollipops as an apology, and walked up to her confidently, saying, "Hello, I'm the little boy who stole your lollipop back then," would the ending be different?

The next day, a male corpse was found in the park in the old town, clutching a plastic stick tightly in his hand.

Because the man was so handsome, his striking features were still clearly visible even after a whole night.

Someone actually posted this person's photo online.

Su Zhihan was always on the front lines of gossip, and upon seeing the photo, she knew it couldn't be anyone but Meng Huaijin.

She sent the photo to Jiang Wanning, and regretted it immediately afterward.

She knew about Jiang Wanning's situation; she knew who had caused her the suffering during that time!

That scumbag is dead. Sending this message to Jiang Wanning is just adding insult to injury.

But Jiang Wanning had already seen it.

She was taken aback.

Someone brought news that Meng Huaijin died unjustly, that he was stabbed to death.

He was gripping a plastic stick tightly in his hand.

Jiang Wanning's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

She seemed to know what the plastic stick that Meng Huaijin treasured was.

That night, Jiang Wanning clung to Fu Chenyuan, taking the initiative.

Fu Chenyuan was very surprised, but he also cooperated with Jiang Wanning.

Jiang Wanning was tired and lay in Fu Chenyuan's arms.

The bedroom was dimly lit. Jiang Wanning nestled in Fu Chenyuan's arms and suddenly asked, "Ayuan, what will you do if you can't find me?"

Fu Chenyuan reached out and touched Jiang Wanning's head, then lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"If I can't find you, I might be alone for the rest of my life. Because if it's not you, everyone else is just a compromise, and I, Fu Chenyuan, have never been one to compromise."

He lowered his head and kissed Jiang Wanning's hair.

Jiang Wanning suddenly asked, "What if I really get together with Tao Wenrui, we get married, and he treats me very well? What will you do then?"

"Seeing you happy is enough. If he can't give you happiness, then I will."

Jiang Wanning's eyes were slightly moist: "Meng Huaijin is dead."

Fu Chenyuan's body stiffened involuntarily as he suppressed the surging jealousy and anger towards Meng Huaijin.

As Meng Huaijin wished, he did leave a mark on Jiang Wanning's heart.

But it doesn't matter. Jiang Wanning and Meng Huaijin didn't have any dramatic past. He and Fu Chenyuan are still so young. One day, Jiang Wanning will completely forget about him.

"Yes, perhaps this is the best ending."

Fu Chenyuan shifted his body slightly, and Jiang Wanning ended up resting her head in his arms as he looked down at her.

Those who have been loved are especially beautiful; their allure is simply irresistible, but only he can see this scene.

"Wanwan~"

"Hmm?" Jiang Wanning responded.

"I love you," he said, lowering his head to kiss Jiang Wanning's lips again.

The popularity of one news story is quickly replaced by that of another.

As the year draws to a close, everyone gets busy, including Jiang Wanning.

Jiang Wanning is now a painter with some fame, and more and more people are buying her works.

Jiang Wanning's works have a strong ability to generate revenue.

A painter who is still young has so many people willing to buy her works.

On this day, Jiang Wanning received several invitations to racing competitions, which were some of the more professional and large-scale competitions in China.

The person was very sensible; he didn't just give her one, but several, which allowed Jiang Wanning to invite her friends to go out together.

Jiang Wanning took a picture of the invitation and sent it to Su Zhihan.

Su Zhihan was excited as soon as she saw the photo.