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"I don't feel bad." Even though she was drunk, her eyes were still determined: "This is not A Hao's fault, and it is not my fault either. Since the two of us aren't in the wrong, then why should I be angry?

She smiled and stepped down from the roadside. "Let's go back."

Song Jiaming was a little surprised by her sudden change in attitude, but she could only chase after him as the two of them walked towards the car park opposite of them.

In between heaven and earth, there was a vast expanse of whiteness and two people walking side by side looked like two moving little black dots from afar. Song Jiaming was a little unresigned as he gritted his teeth and asked again: "If that child was born, what are you going to do?"

"This isn't something that needs me to solve. This is something that requires my husband to solve for me. I believe in him, so I asked him to give me an explanation."

Huaiyan subconsciously clenched her fists. Yes, if that child was born, what should she do? She was confident in Shen Zonghao. She knew that he loved her and wouldn't betray her, but she didn't have any confidence in whether or not a man would be moved or soft-hearted in front of her own flesh and blood.

If that child really was his, then regardless of the outcome, she had actually lost.

"Yan Er, I really envy him."

Song Jiaming spoke sincerely, they had already reached the front of the car, but he did not open the door for her. Instead, he smiled at her and said: "Shen Zonghao is on the way to pick you up, Yan Er, you must be happy."

She did not expect that the Song Jiaming of so many years later, would actually have such a transformation.

When he had broken up with her, she had never thought that there would be such a peaceful day between them.

"If there's anything you need my help with, tell me and I'll be the first to show up."

Song Jiaming said again. He looked a little fat with his glasses, looking like he was handsome when he was in his first love.

After so many years, she had experienced life and death, so what else could she do? It was good to be a friend.

"I won't be polite. I've already written down your words." She suddenly took a step forward and gently hugged him once. "Jiaming, thank you. If it weren't for you, there wouldn't be this Xu Huanyan right now. No matter what, thank you."

Song Jiaming hesitated for a long time before raising his hand and giving her a light hug, patting her shoulder. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, only lightly shook his head.

As the two of them relaxed, a car appeared beside them, while Shen Zonghao, dressed in a black windbreaker, leaned against the door of the car. His hair was cut very short, which made the outline of his face more distinct, his facial features distinct.

He was also looking at her intently, but he couldn't tell if she was happy or angry.

Song Jiaming took a step forward, and spoke sincerely: "Mr. Shen, don't misunderstand, Yan Er and I …"

Shen Zonghao raised a hand, stopping him from speaking, he smiled slightly, and the curve of his lips became gentler, he then looked at Song Jiaming with a polite distance: "Mr. Song, there is no need to say anything, between Yanyan and I, there is no need for any explanation."

Huaiyan didn't know why, but when she heard these words, she felt herself becoming perfect in an instant. She lowered her head, and even though she clearly wanted to laugh, her tears still fell.

"Mr. Song, I will be taking Yanyan with me." He nodded politely towards Song Jiaming, then turned his head to look at the smiling face that had lowered her head: "Yanyan, let's go home."

Suddenly, she raised her head with a smile on her face. She then nodded her head and answered with a loud voice, "Ok, husband!"

Shen Zonghao strangely discovered that this was the first time he had seen such a brilliant smile on his face. It was a bright, smiling, gentle and bright smile, and in an instant, the air seemed to have become warm. When Song Jiaming saw that smiling face, he couldn't help but feel his heart ache …

Once upon a time, this kind of smiling face belonged to him, and once upon a time, the person who had this smiling face also belonged to him. But in the blink of an eye, he lost his most precious love, the person most deserving of love, so now, he could only stand behind her and watch her happily walk to the side of another man.

The happiness and happiness he felt from the bottom of his heart moved him a little. He opened the car door for her, bent down to sit, and then laughed loudly when he saw him. Suddenly, Shen Zonghao felt his heart thumping hard.

He went around the car and into the driver's seat, still feeling a little hot on his face. They sat in the car with sufficient heat, both silent for a moment, a small buzzing sound constantly sending out heat, and because he had drunk, his smiling face also gradually turned red. In the rearview mirror, he secretly looked at her, his long hair was a little messy, making his face look even smaller, making people's hearts ache.

When they were almost home, Huaiyan suddenly turned around and pressed his hand on the steering wheel. "Let's get out of the car and go back, husband."

"Would it be cold? Drink."

he asked, gently covering her hand.

"I'm fine."

She answered smoothly. If she got cold, she could just let him put her in his windbreaker.

It was already late at night, and there were no other pedestrians or vehicles on the road besides the two of them. He suddenly thought of a line of words: "I wish the whole world were just you and me, so I could bravely say that I still love you …"