1842: C1842 At the Scene of the Horse Falling

C1842 At the Scene of the Horse Falling

Not so soon.

It doesn't make sense.

Mu Shinian blinked her eyes. For a moment, she had forgotten what she should say.

Bo Qian said coldly on the other side of the phone, "Speak!"

What did he want to say?

Mu Shinian bit her lower lip. The hand that held the phone was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

After struggling a few times, she said hoarsely, "You call..."

"I didn't call the wrong number."

Bo Qian frowned and his voice trembled a little. "Mu Shinian, do you not even have the courage to tell me the truth?"

Mu Shinian was really confused.

She struggled for a while but still did not dare to speak. She could only silently lower her head and look at her shoes.

Bo Qian was silent for a while and his voice was very low. "It has been a long time since we last met. Can't you even let me hear a sound?!"

His voice was almost begging.

Mu Shinian's hand holding the wheelchair was slightly exerting force.

She struggled for a while but still did not dare to speak.

What words?

If she said it, who knew what would happen?

At this time, the situation was a little chaotic. Furthermore, Yung Hua's bamboo house must be investigated clearly.

Therefore, no matter what happened, she had to find out.

Perhaps, she would lose her life.

If that was the case, she might as well not give Bo Qian any hope and just let it be.

With this thought in mind, she was about to hang up the phone.

Bo Qian seemed to know what she was thinking and said with a hoarse voice, "Mu Shinian, I miss you very much."

... ""

In one sentence, everything was broken.

Mu Shinian's finger trembled and her phone almost fell off.

Bo Qian took a deep breath, as if he was trying his best to suppress something. He gritted his teeth and said, "I miss you very much."

The kind that really, really missed.

He missed her being heartless, trampling on his heart without restraint.

He thought that she wasn't a thing. In such a dangerous place, she ran over by herself, not caring about her own life and death. If something happened, what should he do?

He was angry. In the end, his anger turned into heartache and helplessness.1

Mu Shinian held her phone and did not know what to say for a long time.

She raised her head and looked at the plate. She took a deep breath and said, "I... attended a funeral today."

... ""

There was silence on the other side of the phone.

Mu Shinian said, "It's mine."

"... "

Bo Qian gently gritted his teeth. "You really are..."

"I have something I need to understand." Mu Shinian interrupted him, as if she was afraid to hear something even worse from his mouth. She struggled and quickly said, "It's useless no matter who tries to stop me. This matter... I have to do it."

Bo Qian laughed self-deprecatingly. "Do you think it's useful for me to stop you?"

If it was useful, he would have done it a long time ago.

Mu Shinian was silent again.

Because she did not know what to say, and Bo Qian called, it probably took him some effort to decode the messy code.

She probably wouldn't have such an opportunity in the near future.

She thought, and wanted to hear his voice more.

This way, even if she wanted to walk a path of never returning in the future, she wouldn't be afraid anymore.

"That person already can't see his original appearance, but from the looks of it, he probably fell in accidentally. I just don't know if her family is still looking for her."

"This piece also has a garden. It's even more beautiful than the one downstairs in your apartment. There are tea flowers inside, and the whole mountain is filled with them."

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