After breakfast, Yan Zheng hurried out with his bag, making the excuse of going shopping with his friends. Relying on his memory, he came to the small restaurant where Sang Tianen had taken him to eat barbecue before - Achun Food Stall.

Due to time constraints, the shop was not open yet. A thin man with a handsome face was sitting on a small stool, bending over and conscientiously skewering skewers. There was a stainless steel basin on the blue plastic stool next to him, and the man placed the lamb kebabs on it every time he finished skewering them.

At this time, a slightly plump middle-aged woman came out with a glass in her hand. The man seemed to say something, then raised his head. The woman smiled and put the glass to his lips.

Yan Zheng watched from across the street, his hands clenched into a fist.

He really found it difficult to connect the ordinary woman in front of him with the demon in his memory, especially seeing how she treated her husband.

She is obviously a good and considerate wife to her husband. Who could have imagined that she would do such a thing more than ten years ago?

Yan Zheng couldn't help but think maliciously, if he told Xia Chun's husband about what happened to him more than ten years ago, what choice would that man make?

Should I leave immediately or cry bitterly and continue to live with her?

The more Xia Chun likes this man, the more Yan Zheng wants to see such a scene.

So what if you have been imprisoned and punished by law?

Who will compensate him for the pain and suffering he has endured over the years?

If it weren't for the support of his parents and friends, he would have died long ago.

Why does he have to live in such pain while the culprit can live a happy and loving life with his wife?

He had originally planned to let go of the past and start a new life, but these demons refused to let him go.

"Xia Chun, Xia Chun, Xia Chun..." Yan Zheng muttered silently with red eyes, "Could it be you who did this?"

"Beep!" The horn of an electric bike suddenly sounded.

Yan Zheng's eyes widened instantly and he took a few steps back in panic. At this moment, Xia Chun, who had been talking to the man with her head down, suddenly raised her head and looked over.

In the flash of lightning, Yan Zheng quickly hid behind a thick sycamore tree, his heart beating violently.

The old man sitting next to him peeling potatoes at the doorway widened his eyes at his sudden action, leaned out and asked, "Catching an adulterer?"

Yan Zheng had cold sweat on his forehead, and he bit his lips without saying a word.

The old man gave me a sympathetic look and said, "That woman has a husband. You look so sad. Did you get cheated?"

"This is the social atmosphere nowadays. Many married women claim to be single and specifically deceive young men."

"You're so pretty, are you still worried about not finding a partner? You'd better not date someone like that."

Yan Zheng still didn't speak. He pressed his trembling hands against his chest, trying to calm his pounding heart.

The old man looked at his face and suddenly smacked his lips: "You know what, you look quite similar to her husband, but you're prettier. Does this woman like your type?"

Hearing this, Yan Zheng's breathing suddenly stagnated, and he turned his gaze to the old man: "What did you say?"

The old man put down the potato, pointed at his eyes and said, "Eyes, your eyes look very similar."

Yan Zheng's face turned pale, and some fragments flashed through his mind rapidly.

When Xia Chun gave him a love letter at school, he angrily told her not to do such things anymore, and even asked her what she liked about him, and he immediately changed it.

Xia Chun was silent for a few seconds, then pointed at his eyes and said seriously: "Your eyes are very gentle, I like your eyes."

Could it be that Xia Chun married that man because...

Yan Zheng subconsciously turned his head to look at Achun's food stall. The thin man was still eating skewers, while Xia Chun was leaning against the wall smoking, seemingly in deep thought with his head slightly lowered.

"Ding!" There was a sound from the cell phone. Yan Zheng turned around, took out his cell phone and took a look, and found that it was an email.

It was still the same string of letters. He gritted his teeth and opened the white envelope.

"I really miss you. Will you miss me too?"

Suppressing the anger and disgust in his heart, he turned his head again to look in the direction of Xia Chun. She was still smoking, but this time she raised her chin and looked straight at him.

The blood from the soles of his feet suddenly rushed to his brain. Yan Zheng instinctively wanted to run away, to get away from the woman who brought him pain, but his body was stiff, like a frog entangled in the gaze of a poisonous snake, unable to move.

Xia Chun seemed to smile at him, her teeth showing, shining a cold white light in the sunlight.

"Don't be afraid, Yan Zheng, you can do it! You can't run away your whole life and be a weakling!"

"You are the victim. You shouldn't be afraid. It's that woman who should be afraid."

"You are already grown up, you can protect yourself, don't be afraid!"

"Isn't this the purpose of your trip?"

"Stop hiding in your shell like a turtle."

Yan Zheng clenched his hands and kept encouraging himself, but suddenly another hesitant and helpless voice emerged from his heart -

"But I'm scared. I'm so scared."

"Is there anyone who can help me?"

"Xiao En? Didn't she say she would protect me for the rest of her life?"

"Mom and Dad, I'm so scared, come and save me!"

"Nantian, come and save me!"

"Why can't anyone come to save me?"

Tears had already flowed down Yan Zheng's cheeks. He felt that he was falling at an extremely fast speed, and darkness and coldness were quickly engulfing his body.

He looked like he was going to die.

His body slid to the ground weakly, Yan Zheng supported himself on the ground with his hands, gasping for breath.

The old man next to him was frightened by this scene and quickly stood up and ran over: "Young man, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Zheng was lifted up by the old man, and his eyes once again looked at Xia Chun opposite him, filled with strong hatred but also fear.

As if mocking him, Xia Chun threw away the cigarette butt, turned around and walked back into the store, as if he didn't see him.

At this moment, Yan Zheng hated his own cowardice and incompetence so much.

At the same time, a conclusion was also drawn that Xia Chun, who cried and confessed in court, had never truly repented, and the previous time was just acting.

Could the mysterious person who sent the email be Xia Chun? But she was clearly smoking when she received the email just now.

Maybe it was sent on time...

Sang Tianen was writing wedding invitations with a brush at home when she suddenly received a call from the hospital saying that her husband Yan Zheng had fainted on the street and was currently receiving treatment in the hospital, and asked her to go to the hospital to pick him up.

Sang Tianen rushed to the hospital with his wallet without thinking, but when he got there he realized he hadn't even changed his slippers.

The doctor told her that Yan Zheng was not seriously injured and probably fainted due to some mental stimulation. The old man who brought him here had already gone home and asked her to pay the fee.

After paying the fee, Sang Tianen sat beside the bed and looked at Yan Zheng. The man's face was pale and he lay quietly, as if he had fallen into a long sleep.