Chapter 1602 How long did it take for me to stand up?

"It's all to guard against people from the Mo family," Junior Young Master sneered, "Those people's thoughts never stopped for a moment. Mo Wenbin's death was definitely not due to illness."

"I also think that otherwise it would be impossible for him to die in pain for half a year. Someone obviously tampered with it," Chen An frowned, "Who has the ability to attack Mo Wenbin?"

As soon as he spoke, Chu Shao narrowed his eyes keenly. If he were to think of the best person to attack Mo Wenbin...

The man's heart sank, and certain suspicions amplified in his mind. He pursed his lips and said nothing. Chen An added, "People from the Mo family have been to my house countless times since then, just to inquire about what I am doing and make insinuations. In short,

The identity must not be revealed at this time, we must be absolutely sure."

"I know, don't worry."

Young Master Chu picked up the cigarette case next to him, and Chen An snatched it away, "Are you crazy? You can't smoke."

"One stick can't kill anyone," the young master grabbed it again, held it to his lips and lit it. The smoke he exhaled blurred his eyes, "What's the child's name?"

"Mo Yaochen."

Mo Yaochen...

Was it Mo Beiyan who took it?

Young Master Chu took two more puffs of cigarette. He straightened up and said, "Go and rest."

Chen An didn't move, "How long are you going to stand here?"

"How long have I been standing up for?" Chu Shao interrupted, his voice sharp, "I will never sit down again."

Chen An choked with sobs, and only they could understand the layers of meaning in his words.

Yes, easier said than done?

In the past four years, more than 1,400 days, how many times have I been on the verge of collapse, how many times have my life been in danger, how many times have I struggled in pain, how many times have I been as gloomy as a mouse, how many times have I suffered day and night...

How many times have you stood up and fallen down, how many times have you been unable to even pick up a spoon, how many times have you been so painful that you can’t even open your eyes, how many times have your thoughts become so painful that you can’t even bear to live... And how many times have you even reached the door of hell?

Chen An didn't dare to think back. He really couldn't count how many times, and he didn't want to count.

He raised his hand and landed on the man's shoulder, shaking it gently.

"fine."

The cigarette in Chu Shao's hand had burned to the end. He watched the sparks engulf the tobacco bit by bit. A smile appeared on the man's lips. He put out the cigarette butt and moved his fingers freely. Such a simple action, for a person

For him years ago, it was a luxury hope.

Only when you have lost can you understand how to cherish. People are like this. Only when you are really pushed to the edge of the cliff will you realize that jumping is the only way.

"Go to bed, it's getting late."

"you should also rest earlier."

Chen An turned around and walked out. The door was gently closed, but the man did not rest. He came to the sofa and took out an envelope from the drawer.

There is a photo inside. This angle should have been taken downstairs. In the photo, the woman is sitting on a lounge chair on the balcony on the second floor. At the moment of freezing, she reaches out her hand and receives a handful of sunlight between her fingers.

, the raised little face was bright and cheerful.

The man's dark pupils were filled with endless deep feelings. He had washed away all his past and lost all his original possessions, but only this photo remained.

He raised his hand to touch it, and his fingertips traced her cheek inch by inch. Just like the touch that remained on his fingertips, he was so obsessed and nostalgic.

The feelings he had had were so strong and hot that even if he was on the verge of death, he could not forget them.
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