President, go away!

It turned out that when she was released from prison, that\'s what she meant!

At that time, she said, I\'ll call you. Why don\'t you answer the phone?

How did he answer her?

Oh, by the way, he said, why should I answer your phone!

Qingqing, how desperate should she be when she heard this?

Huo Ting Xiao slightly collected his eyes and looked at several people standing here, and then looked at Xiao Yichen. His body exuded a terrible cold, "Xiao Yichen, you\'d better give me a good explanation about this!"

Huo tingxiao said softly. The cold voice seemed to come from Satan in hell. It was obvious that Xiao Yichen had found out these things. Because Shen Qingqing had an accident, he didn\'t tell him!

Then he looked at Xiao Yichen and turned to walk up the mountain.

Cao Suyun wanted to stop, but Lu Hanchuan stopped him.

She looked up at Lu Hanchuan and frowned slightly, "brother Lu, why do you want that person to go to Qingqing cemetery and disturb Qingqing! Qingqing is dead, why do you want her to be restless after her death?!"

"Well, Suyun, let him go. There are some things we can\'t stop!" Lu Hanchuan looked at Huo tingxiao hunched down. The whole person looked desolate and desperate.

He feels happy. Huo tingxiao, Qingqing has suffered. Come and have a try!

"Let\'s go!" Lu Hanchuan said indifferently, then took Cao Suyun and left——

In front of the cemetery on the mountain, the cool wind blew with a cold breath.

Huo tingxiao knelt in front of the cemetery on one knee, his tall body leaned against the tombstone, and his head leaned against the black-and-white photo. Looking at the black-and-white photo, his heart seemed to be dead forever and buried in this small world.

His slender fingertips gently rubbed the photos on the tombstone.

The woman in the photo wears a horsetail and smiles like a flower, like an elf falling into the world.

This is Shen Qingqing who was a student. Lu Hanchuan should have kept it deliberately.

"Qingqing, you don\'t want to see me again, do you?" Huo tingxiao smiled helplessly, with a bit of bitterness in his dimple. "Qingqing, you\'re right. I\'ve lost you. I\'m sorry for you!"

Huo tingxiao\'s forehead rested on the smooth stone tablet, as if against her cheek.

However, I can no longer touch her skin and feel her warmth.

It suddenly occurred to her that the day Shen Qingqing was imprisoned, she asked him, have you loved me in the past ten years?

How did he answer her?

He said, never.

Later, she smiled and said that she had lived like a joke in those ten years and would go back to the bridge with him from now on.

She also said that the most regretful thing in her life was falling in love with him, but if there was an afterlife, she would never see him again.

"Qing Qing, I lied. I never loved you, but I never stopped loving you!" Huo tingxiao\'s voice was low and dull, and Feng\'s eyes were a little wet. "But I\'m not qualified, right?"

After learning the truth, he wanted to compensate, but it was already a despair separated by life and death. Such despair seemed to tear his heart apart. There was no way to describe the pain in words.

"Qing Qing, I miss you very much!" Huo tingxiao leaned against the tombstone and whispered softly. His voice was very soft and careful, for fear of waking her up.