"

Mao Tuantuan remained silent.

The other two also rushed back one after another, but in the last moments of Sheng Yunzhou's life, he only wanted Su Yi to accompany him.

His eyes had become a little blurred, and the hand holding Su Yi was not as strong as before, and it was even more difficult to speak: "Yi Yi, I..."

"Hush--" Su Yi kissed the back of his hand, "Don't be afraid, and don't worry about me, I will be with you."

"No..." Sheng Yunzhou held her hand hard.

Su Yi chuckled: "I know you can't bear to leave me, and you can't do anything about me, right? "

Sheng Yunzhou finally stopped talking, his mouth trembled and curled up, a tear slid from the corner of his eye into the pillow.

Sheng Yunzhou and Su Yi left on the same day. Mao Tuantuan knew where they were going and was not too sad. Sheng Rongrong fainted several times from crying. Surprisingly, Su Li'an did not shed a single tear, but he seemed to have lost his soul, like a wooden statue.

In the night when no one knew, Su Li'an struggled to wake up.

He had a dream. In the dream, when he was five years old, in that alley, he did not catch up with his mother in the end, and from then on he embarked on Another completely different life.

Sad, pitiful, hateful, those emotions are so real that he is not sure whether he is dreaming now. When he wakes up, he will have to face those sad realities.

He was eager to prove that this was not a dream, so he stumbled out of the room, ran to the corridor, and pushed open a familiar room. On the wall, on the counter, and on the bookshelf, there were two familiar faces smiling at him.

Surian fell to the ground, grabbing his collar, and finally howled, like a cub that lost its mother's head, sad and desperate.

"Mom..."

The stunning stepmother of the heroine in the third volume