Shen Jiarui, who was playing games on the sofa upstairs, heard that Shen Jinmo had finally let go of his sister-in-law and found a new love, so he stopped playing games, put away his phone, and rushed out of the villa.
He has long legs and runs the fastest.
Shen Jinmo led Song Anran directly to the side courtyard.
That's where guests stay; Xia Wanying used to live there too.
Shen Jinmo walked in front, and Song Anran followed obediently behind.
Shen Jiarui ran up behind Song Anran and looked at that familiar back.
He froze on the spot, his mind blank.
"Shuyuan!"
He almost blurted it out.
He had seen her back countless times.
From childhood to adulthood.
He followed that figure from behind.
Even if he were reduced to ashes, he would not mistake him and could recognize him at a glance.
Song Anran, who had been called to a stop, stopped in her tracks.
My back feels cold.
Shen Jiarui sped up and rushed forward, grabbing Song Anran's arm and pulling her towards him.
I saw Song Anran's face clearly.
She had an incredibly alluring oval face, heavy makeup, and full red lips.
Her features were completely different from Shen Shuyuan's previous elegant and beautiful features, except that her eyes were somewhat similar.
Shen Jinmo, who was walking in front, also stopped in place.
They thought Shen Jiarui had gone mad again.
Song Anran's eyebrows and eyes do resemble Shen Shuyuan's.
But Chen Shuyuan had already died in that explosion.
"Who is Shuyuan?" Song Anran asked Shen Jiarui with a smile.
That bright smile was something Shen Shuyuan never wanted to give him.
Shen Jiarui clenched his fingers, only realizing what was happening when he felt the pain in his palm.
He's really crazy.
They had just attended Shen Shuyuan's funeral.
He must be missing her so much that he's hallucinating.
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