On a chair in the park, a figure sat there in a daze. He had not left for a long, long time. fire searched for today's news from his phone, and the entire internet was filled with news of your esteemed self's upcoming wedding.
The netizens all left messages of blessings, filled with blessings for this marriage. Naturally, his people liked the first lady he had chosen.
Fire's eyes flashed with a trace of deep sorrow. She did not expect that the first thing she found out when she found out about the past was actually about his marriage.
An indescribable sadness gripped her heart, and at the same time, she felt that this was the best ending for them.
He had married a wife who was useful to him politically, and she, an assassin who did not belong to this country at all, would be to see him happy and congratulate him like his people.
The current her was like a ghost. Other than the fake identity he had given her, she did not even belong to any country in this world. She also had a frightening identity, a killer.
She had betrayed the organization, betrayed her teammates, and now she was a lonely soul. Even this man was separated from her by an untouchable river.
Now, she finally knew why she had to do everything she could to stand by his side. It was because this man had long since become the most important existence in her heart.
She gently caressed the wound on her chest. It had already formed a scar, and there was no longer any pain. However, it was as if this man had branded her body with the only thing that belonged to her, something that would never disappear from her life.
She took a small breath and held onto her phone. She was about to flip to Xi FengHan's number, but suddenly, she did not need it anymore. In her heart, his number had long since become a number on her chest.
Her slender fingers gently typed in a sentence, "Feng Han, congratulations. I'm leaving, don't miss me."
After typing this, she stood up and walked in the direction of an artificial lake. She stood in front of a railing and looked at the calm lake water. She took a deep breath, raised her hand, and threw her phone into the calm lake.
It splashed out a small amount of water, but in the end, it returned to a calm state. Just like her relationship with him, no matter how intense it had been, no matter how complicated it had been, in the end, just like the surface of the lake, it had returned to its initial calm.
Goodbye, Xi FengHan.
I'm glad to have met you in my life.
Under the brilliant setting sun, a slender and lonely figure disappeared into the street.
The fire of the past had returned and awakened. At the same time, it would no longer be a hindrance to that man.
Xi FengHan was returning to Pavilion Lord Manor from the Yang Residence when he heard the sound of a message. After a while, he picked up his phone and opened it, only to see a message on the screen, showing that the sender was fire. His slender fingers slashed open, only to see a simple sentence on the message.
Looking at these few simple words, it was as if each word had become a blade, ruthlessly stabbing into his heart.
Suddenly, his chest hurt as if he was having an epileptic fit. He put his phone to the side, covered his chest, and clenched his fists into his flesh. It was as if someone had used a knife to cut away the most important thing in his soul.
She left?
Xi FengHan picked up his phone and dialed fire's number, but what he got was a cold mechanical female voice, "I'm sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off …" Please try again later … "
Xi FengHan ordered the bodyguard in front of him, "Go to my former residence."
Half an hour later, Xi FengHan arrived at his previous suite. Everything was tidied up neatly, but he had a premonition that fire would never return.
From then on, a week later, a grand wedding was held across the country.
The whole world was watching.
On that day, on a beach in a neighboring country, a girl stood in front of an ice bar. She looked at the ice bar's owner's TV screen, which was not very clear, and witnessed some of the wonderful scenes of the wedding. Her long hair was casually draped behind her head, and her entire body exuded an aura that prevented strangers from approaching her.
The two men behind her had long since noticed her and wanted to try to strike up a conversation. However, when one of them mustered up the courage to come over and put his arm around her shoulder, the girl swept him with a cold gaze. The man was so scared that his arm froze.
Before he could regain his senses, the girl had already left.
She was fire, and her heart was like a light dandelion, drifting with the wind. There was no scenery in this world that was worthy of her appreciation, and there was no place that could attract her.
She was walking on the beach with a bottle of water in her hand. At this moment, on the beach, a few young mothers were playing with their three or four year old children. The scene was warm and loving, and the children's tender cries and giggles filled the entire beach.
There were also young girls holding onto their parents' arms, taking all sorts of selfies like a child who had yet to grow up. When they took a beautiful picture, their parents looked at their children with eyes filled with gentleness and love.
"Dad, how did I get here?" A little girl suddenly ran to her father's side and asked, "Did I jump out of a stone?"
"Who said that? You were born from your mother's stomach after a day and a night of hard work."
"Does every child have a mother and a father?"
"Everyone has a mother and a father." His father's voice was very firm.
Fire, who was standing beside her, looked at the father and daughter pair who were walking away. In her mind, which had always been directionless, something that she wanted to do suddenly jumped out.
What about her? She couldn't have jumped out of a rock, could she? She also had a father and a mother. Although she had been raised in the base since she was young, who had given birth to her? Where were her parents? Who was she?
In this long life, she thought that she had nothing to care about. No, now, she did.
She wanted to find her parents. She had never known what it was like to be a spoiled child in front of her parents. Perhaps, this could become her goal and dream for the rest of her life, to find her own family.
After a day of bustling and grand wedding, the entire Pavilion Lord Manor was decorated with lanterns and ribbons, looking as beautiful as an ancient palace. Even the lanterns had turned into red palace lanterns with the word "happiness" pasted on them.
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