The moment he finished speaking, Han Qingrang looked directly at Yan Zhi with a dangerous look in his eyes.

Yanzhi's body was stretched straight.

He said these words to Teng Qingdu according to Zhiyun's instructions. It was Zhiyun herself who insisted on describing herself as that kind of person.

"Everything I said is the truth you want to know. I am very clear about my current situation, and there is no need for me to lie to you. Of course, you really loved this woman, but she doesn't deserve your love, and she doesn't deserve your kindness."

Every word Yan Zhi said was a repetition of everything Zhiyun said.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

"Hiss, hiss..."

The sound that made his scalp tingle continued, lingering over him. Yan Zhi could even hear his own heartbeat pounding like thunder. A thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead, merging into a stream and sliding down his temple...

God knows how torturous it is at times like this.

Someone is going to die...

Han Qingrang slowly stood up.

As he stood up, the hissing sound became more and more frequent throughout the room.

Yan Zhi thought, doesn't he believe it?

What should I do? Should I go against Zhiyun's words and tell the truth?

Just as Han Qing was thinking anxiously, Cen Ji's voice came: "She is indeed like this."

Yan Zhi: “Huh…”

Almost, almost died.

Yan Zhi decided that he would never interfere with Guan Teng Qingdu and Zhiyun again. He would go as far away as possible and never get involved, otherwise who would die would be the one who knew it!!!

As Han Qingrang finished his words, the hissing sound slowly disappeared, and the thing on Yan Zhi's body also disappeared without anyone noticing.

"go out."

"Hey, hey." Yan Zhi nodded and then retreated quickly, fearing that if he was a step late, he would be eaten by the snakes.

Outside the lattice windows, large patches of roses were in full bloom. Their stems poked through the window, then withered and vines entwined themselves around the walls and floor-standing vases...

She loves him.

but!

She loved more than just him.

He didn't recall all of those memories, only some fragmented ones floating in his mind, which were scenes of him and her being together.

He humbly loves her...

And she has not paid anything for herself.

He is so proud, how can he love someone so humbly as to be in the dust.

He didn't allow himself to do this, didn't allow...

He slowly raised his hand, looking at the bracelet on his wrist with a dazed look in his eyes: "Your sincerity is evident... How ironic."

Love and liking are all fake.

She never loved him, was fickle and unrestrained, but her love was truly great...

As for that child, she probably didn't want it. If she wanted to abort it, then so be it. He couldn't keep what didn't belong to him...

…

…

While Zhiyun was waiting for the boss's wife to come to Simantu, she received a call from Yanzhi.

"Did he believe it?"

This was asked by Zhiyun.

Yan Zhi was still frightened and said quickly, "I believe it."

"What's wrong? Did something go wrong?" Zhiyun sounded a little anxious.

Yan Zhi replied, "I almost died, you know! I almost died. You really killed me. Anyway, I will never interfere in your affairs again. If I do, I will be a bastard."

"I'm sorry." Zhiyun apologized sincerely to Yanzhi and said, "I don't want to hurt him like this, but I can't help it. You know my situation roughly. I really don't have time."

Yan Zhi: “…”

No matter how much you complain, Yan Zhi will swallow it all back into his stomach.

She has no time...

She really didn't have time.

"He has already believed it. But I think that as long as you don't appear in front of him again, he will not look for you again." Yan Zhi answered her seriously, with a more serious tone.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I can at least do something for you. I respect your decision. Although the slander against you was excessive..."

"Okay," Zhiyun interrupted Yanzhi, "that's not important. I was planning to go back to Xihua, but now there's no need to come back. I've already arranged my funeral arrangements. Goodbye."

"Wait a minute, where are you now?" Yan Zhi asked.

"I don't need to tell you this, and don't ask any more questions," Zhiyun said in a calm, steady and powerful voice. "Yanzhi, I'm saying goodbye to you. From now on, we'll never see each other again."

Yan Zhi: “…”

The feeling was indescribable. Yan Zhi had never met anyone who said goodbye in such a way.

"He will be fine." She said it first, and then Zhiyun said to everyone, "You will be fine too."

Yan Zhi hummed, and Zhiyun said, "Hang up. This account has been deregistered. You won't be able to call me again."

Yan Zhi wanted to say something, "Wait... beep beep beep..."

There was a busy tone in the receiver.

Yan Zhi stared at the off screen of his phone, looking extremely dazed.

Is that really it, goodbye?

…

There are still six days left.

Zhiyun stayed in Simantu for four days before the proprietress showed up.

When the boss lady saw her, she looked incredulous, but the incredulity was short-lived, and she finally calmed down: "You don't even have time, and you got yourself pregnant. What were you thinking?"

Zhiyun smiled bitterly: "Can I tell you that I've been pregnant for more than a month and I only found out now?"

She took good care of herself these two days because the baby in her belly supported her and was her only belief.

The proprietress's expression froze for a moment, then she sat down, fanning herself with one hand and stirring the coffee in front of her with the other: "It seems that he must have been hiding it from you. He really wants this child."

Zhiyun nodded imperceptibly and lowered her eyes.

"What do you think? Have you decided whether the child should stay or go?" the proprietress asked after taking a sip of coffee.

"I want to stay, very much. I plan to find a surrogate mother to carry the baby in my belly, but the chances of success are not 100%. I'm afraid the baby won't survive, so I'm still hesitating."

Zhiyun told the boss lady the truth.

The proprietress raised an eyebrow and put down her coffee. "But you only have six days."

"I know I only have six days left, so I haven't thought it through yet. I don't want to give up that 50% chance, but I'm also afraid of losing that 50%. But in my case, there's not even a chance."

There was a cup of warm water in front of Zhiyun. She picked it up and took a sip.

At this time, the proprietress suddenly laughed, a low laugh.

When she stirred the coffee with a spoon, it made a tinkling sound, which, along with her laughter, sounded a little strange.

She sent it out on purpose.

Zhiyun looked at the proprietress and frowned: "What's wrong?"

"I can help you."

Hearing this, Zhiyun was stunned for a moment, forgetting to react, and stared blankly at the proprietress.