The first email was on August 30. When he came back from X province, he only said sorry.

The second email was a week later. This time, he didn't say anything. There was only one attachment in it.

It's a song. It's noisy. It's not recorded in the studio.

His voice is very light and soft, the lyrics are very simple, is to recall their youth, "you look at my face, I hold your hand, I do not know where the future is, but you and I firmly believe that tomorrow will be beautiful..."

In her mind flashed scenes of that year, he let her in the orphanage through that difficult month.

She also opened an email, he said, the songs of the new album have been recorded, he asked her if she would like to listen?

The next few emails are songs, one for each email, a total of 11 emails.

She didn't finish listening, but looked directly at the back of the email, which was also an email and a song. Unlike the songs of the album, the style of the song was changeable and very plain. Every song seemed to tell the past, and the feelings of happiness, sadness and helplessness were intertwined in it.

The more Xia Ning listened, the more uncomfortable she felt. Until the last song, she watched the time and sent it to her mailbox in the early morning of this morning.

Looking at the time, at 00:00, Xia Ling felt that her heart was tightening. She felt that she could not breathe.

If she received the email at that time, would, would

Her eyes fell on the body of the email, a long paragraph.

In fact, time is not a good medicine, it is in the past day by day, but the distance between us is more and more far, I know, you will not forgive me, the past, I want to explain, but can not explain, a thousand words can only be turned into a sentence, sorry.

The entertainment industry has been ups and downs for so many years. I have not been myself at the beginning. I learned to calculate after setbacks. I began to care about gains and losses and pursue fame and wealth. I want to be a person of virtue and step on those who look down on me. So, for my future, I cheated you and took advantage of you. Even if I wake up later, I don't know how to tell you.

If time can turn back, I wish I could go back to the most innocent time in the past and be the purest myself. Only then can I be qualified to stand in front of you and tell you that I love you.

Maybe everyone has a task in this world. I didn't know it before, but now I understand it. Now that I have finished the task, it's time to leave. It's redundant to stay.

I don't know if you can see this email, but I sincerely hope you can be happy, you will always be my little angel.

Xia Ling looked at the text, tears straight down, she bit his hand, do not let himself cry.

If she forgives him, he won't die.

If one day in the restaurant, she said a word to him, is not he will not be on the dead end.

Du Yi is right. It's her unfeeling that killed him.

She was lying on the table, sobbing. I don't know how long later, she opened the songs in the attachment.

His voice is very low, very depressed, there is a kind of penetration, from this time and space to another time and space.

"I want to hold your hand until I grow old. I know your heart is not there, but my heart is still I do not ask you to forgive, but just want to say to you, I'm sorry, I love you

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