Tony was standing outside on the railing smoking, while He Xiaoyi had already gone downstairs.

He has something to deal with.

There was a slight click of the door opening. Tony paused and turned his head to look over.

A lonely man walked out of the bedroom. He was wearing the same white shirt and black trousers that he had not changed today, which were similar to what he had seen before.

However, Tony felt that the person who appeared in his sight now was not someone he was familiar with.

Because, Zhan Lian would not be so lonely, lonely, and vicissitudes of life.

Such a powerful person that no one can reach the height of, he is extremely fragile at this moment and can be broken at the touch of a touch.

How could Zhan Lian be so fragile?

How could such vulnerability belong to Zhan Lianshi?

Tony stopped smoking, so he held it between his fingertips and maintained the posture of wanting to smoke.

He stared blankly at the person coming out, watching him close the door and lean against the wall.

At this moment, the back that had been straight for more than thirty years seemed to finally be bent.

Tony's fingertips trembled, and the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground.

He looked down and saw that the cigarette had reached the butt and burned his hand.

When he fell, the cigarette ashes spilled on one of his leather shoes.

Looking at the soot, his heart suddenly ached.

He is not a patient, he is a doctor. Doctors have seen so many life and death situations that they have long become numb.

But now, he feels very uncomfortable.

It felt like someone was digging into his heart with a hoe.

Because he knew very well what these two people had gone through.

They were all unfortunate, and fate played a huge joke on them, making them even more unfortunate.

Why?

Why can't two unhappy people be happier?

Why can't we pity them?

What did they do wrong in the first place?

Zhan Lianshi looked ahead. There was no light, no sadness, no despair, no sorrow in his eyes.

He was very quiet, so quiet that it was scary.

Like a pool of stagnant water, the whole body is filled with the eternal sleep deep underground.

Tony looked at the man whose soul seemed to have died and only a shell was left. He wiped away the tears welling up in his eyes and strode over.

"Zhan Lian Shi!"

"Everything is not over yet. As long as people are still alive, there is hope."

"Isn't that what you told me from the beginning?"

"You said that as long as she lives, everything has a chance. Don't you just want her to live?"

"She is alive. You are all still young. You have only gone through one-third of your life. There are still two-thirds left. You still have countless opportunities."

"Don't give up!"

"I believe that Jin Cheng has made a fortune, and Mi Ning will definitely feel your sacrifice, and one day she will forgive you."

"It won't work in one year, not in two years, not in two years, not in three years, not in three years, then ten years, twenty years, thirty years!"

"I believe that with your perseverance, you will be able to wait until the day she forgives you."

"Do you understand?

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Tony grabbed Zhan Lianshi's shoulder and said loudly.

He didn't want to see Zhan Lian like this, he wanted him to be the same as before, even if he was cold, aloof, aloof and aloof, making people look up to him.

He doesn't want his soul to be silent.

He wanted to live well and have a living soul.

Zhan Lian didn't look at Tony. His eyes seemed to penetrate Tony and see into the endless darkness.

There was nothing but darkness in his eyes.

Tony's tears suddenly fell. He grabbed Zhan Lianshi's shoulders and shook him, "Zhan Lianshi! Wake up!"

"Don't disturb her."

Finally, a low hoarse voice came out, like the sound of the vicissitudes of the underground abyss.

Zhan Lianshi's hand fell on Tony's, took his hand away, turned and walked forward.

Tony stood there, watching the people walking forward step by step.

His back was still straight, but the loneliness on his body was like a thick snow mountain, covering him layer by layer, leaving him without any warmth.

When you are honest, don't fall down.

bedroom.

Mi Ning slept peacefully on the bed, and the sounds from outside could not reach her ears.

She was dreaming, and the dream just now was not over yet.

It continues.

Her tears flowed along with the story in her dream.

Bata, bah.

The city outside fell silent, and as time passed, the night continued to spread, deepen, and thicken.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from the window and rolled up the corners of the curtains.
Chapter completed!