A green car sped past the train station. As soon as the doors opened, a figure hurried towards the platform.
As he walked, he gradually started to jog.
The train has already left.
The platform was dimly lit.
The platform staff stopped him and told him not to go in, as there was no one inside.
The man looked completely lost and dejected.
He asked several times, and after receiving a firm answer, he left the train station looking disappointed.
They're gone.
Everyone's gone...
The man walked heavily back to his car, silently lit a cigarette, and looked at the hazy sky, realizing for the first time how awful the sky was in Haicheng.
The smoke obscured the sadness on his face; after finishing one cigarette, he lit another.
The carriage reeked of cigarette smoke.
Knock knock.
Just then, a knocking sound rang out.
As the car window rolled down, the man saw two figures suddenly appear before him.
His eyes trembled, almost in disbelief.
The older man shook his head and said quietly, "Smoking too much is bad for your health. If you're not strong enough, how will you take care of your wife?"
wife……
The man's gaze fell on the beautiful woman beside the elder.
His gaze was intense, and he completely forgot how to answer the old man. He stared blankly at him, seemingly still in shock, lost in his own world.
"Yan Lin, I want to ask you a question," the old man said.
Yan Lin, who got out of the car, nodded heavily.
At this moment, his mind was in complete turmoil.
He didn't know if what he did today was fair to Zhizhi, but he had a vague feeling that if he hadn't come, he would have lost the most precious thing in his life.
He didn't know what it was, but he followed his heart and chased after it without hesitation.
Ye Ting reached out and patted Yan Lin on the shoulder.
The dim light fell on the young man's cheek, enveloping one side of his face and blending into the darkness.
His voice was deep and serious as he asked, "Do you know your wife is still alive?"
"What?"
Yan Lin was shaken to his core.
His pupils contracted sharply, and the next second he reached out and grabbed Ye Ting's shoulder, shaking him: "What do you mean? Are you trying to say that she is—"
His gaze shifted from Ye Ting to Ye Qiqi, who was yawning beside him.
He had never doubted it before.
Everyone in Haicheng knows that Zhizhi was burned to death in the fire, completely and utterly dead.
Her cat and dog, which she never left behind, especially Lei Yunzhu, were both left in the box, along with their bodies folded into terrifying shapes...
Scene after scene reappeared.
No one believed that a person could survive under such circumstances.
Until he met Ye Qiqi, and saw her every move, he always felt a sense of disorientation, as if Qiqi was Zhizhi, as if she were still alive.
He even believed in the existence of reincarnation.
One night, as he tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep, a bizarre thought occurred to him: perhaps Qi Qi's soul had entered Ye Qi Qi's body...
However, those were his deepest doubts.
“I’ve been observing you these past few days and I can tell that you care about your wife. Even though you had thoughts about my Qiqi, you didn’t rush over to her right away.”
"The Ye family is not a small or insignificant family, and there are quite a few men in the family who want to marry Qiqi because of their family background."
"But we rejected them all."
"Until Zhou Meng appeared, he and our Xiao Qi grew up together, and he is outstanding enough. Out of a sense of guilt, he will definitely treat Qi Qi well."
But--
He was still unwilling to accept it.
Zhou Meng is indeed reliable and outstanding, and a good match for Qi Qi, but what if the child's biological father could be found? Would things be different?
If Yan Lin truly cared, he would have rushed over upon hearing that Qi Qi was leaving.
Ye Ting secretly made a decision.
Once this man finds him, he will reveal his deepest secret to Yan Lin.
He believed Yan Lin wanted to know the truth about what happened back then, what had occurred at the scene of the fire, more than anyone else…
So handing it over to him might not necessarily be a bad thing.
Yan Lin couldn't believe his ears.
Is all of this real?
Is he dreaming?
"Yes, five and a half years ago, we took her from Linyuan. In her last moments of lucidity, she revealed that her real name was Xu Manzhi—"
Ye Ting looked very serious.
He didn't miss a single subtle expression on Yan Lin's face.
Shock, doubt, terror, bewilderment, and immense elation... Yan Lin's emotions fluctuated wildly, perfectly matching Ye Ting's inner expectations...
He believed it.
That brat sleeps with an urn full of ashes every day.
He didn't look for Manzhi, not because he didn't want to.
Yan Lin, however, believed that his wife had perished in the fire.
All right.
Ye Ting accepted this reality.
“You know, all of Manzhi’s information has been hidden. I can’t even find a single photo of her. She has looked like this since the first time I saw her.”
"You didn't recognize her, so this face must not be her original appearance. Am I right?"
Ye Ting spoke softly.
He's not an idiot.
From Haicheng Linyuan to Manzhi, although it took five or six years, a person's appearance cannot undergo earth-shattering changes in such a short period of time.
He can announce to the public, whether he is in Beijing or in other cities, that Manzhi is from July 7th.
Because very few people have seen Manzhi, and very few acquaintances have seen Xiaoqi.
But Haicheng is different.
Manzhi lives here and must have a lot of acquaintances. As soon as she comes to Haicheng, her identity will be exposed. But no one has recognized her from beginning to end.
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