There is only one truth.
Manzhi's face changed on the day of the fire.
Although this matter was too unbelievable, Ye Ting also believed in a principle: true masters are hidden among the common people, and perhaps Man Zhi possessed unknown disguise skills...
Yan Lin did not answer.
From the moment he heard Ye Ting say that the woman in front of him was his wife, his mind had been buzzing. The whole world seemed to have stopped, time had vanished, and everything was collapsing before his eyes, except for his wife, Zhizhi…
Step by step, and then another.
Yan Lin took heavy steps, his eyes darting around, his eye sockets dry and sore, his throat feeling like it had been ripped open with a knife, and a sour taste rising in his throat.
He could have gotten close to her in just a few steps.
But it seemed as if he had used up all his strength, taking an entire century, to finally reach her.
Ye Qiqi, or rather, Xu Manzhi, stared at him in a daze. When he walked up to her, she smiled and reached out her hand, her warm fingertips gently brushing against his eyebrows and eyes, as if afraid of hurting him.
Yan Lin wanted to call her "Zhizhi".
But those two words were stuck in his heart. He shouted them a thousand times with his soul, but when he tried to say them out loud, he found that all his strength was used up in longing, and he couldn't utter a sound.
"You, okay, look."
Xu Manzhi stared blankly, and after being mute for five or six years, she spoke for the first time, her voice hoarse as she uttered three words like a saw cutting through flesh.
Ye Ting's heart pounded wildly with joy.
He realized he had made the best decision of his life.
The girl finally spoke.
In an instant, tears streamed down his face.
(Ye Ting's decision to leave is a smokescreen. Now that things have come to this, how could he really go back to Beijing? *crying*)
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