Watching Ye Jiaqi leave the mall, Qiao Sinian calls out a few more times.

Soon, Qiao Sinian confirmed that Ning'an's plane had arrived in the capital at 3 o'clock last night.

It was almost ten hours since I arrived at this point last night at 3 o'clock.

Qiao Sinian frowned, and he ordered his subordinates to check Song Zhai.

The answer I got was that Ning'an did not return to Song's house, and the major hotels did not have Ning'an's check-in information.

A woman came to the capital alone for ten hours, and it was late at night. Where would she go?

At this time, the sun was bright outside the window, and the dazzling light fell on the glass window, reflecting the colorful colors.

Qiao Sinian closed his eyes slightly, and a place flashed through his mind.

He called Song Shaojun again: "I asked someone to check it out, Ning An did go back to the capital."

"Have you found her?"

"Not yet, I'm looking for it." Qiao Sinian said calmly, "Do she know about your brother?"

"I'm not very clear. I've been hiding it from her all the time. But a few days ago, I was too tired when I returned to my New York residence and put all the information on the table. An An happened to come to deliver me pork rib soup. I'm not sure if she saw those things."

"It seems that, she probably knew about Shao Yan."

"It was me who was careless." Song Shaojun was a little annoyed and blamed himself.

Although when he woke up, the information was kept unmoved, Ning An might not have seen it.

Those things contain Song Shaoyan's death certificate.

"I understand." Qiao Sinian probably understood.

The sunlight fell vertically, and it was noon.

The sky is blue and the water is gurgling.

The branches sway gently under the cold wind, and there is always a kind of unexplainable sadness in the empty places.

When the wind blows, the remaining dew on the branches will fall from the tips and fall into the soil.

Beisu Cemetery.

There is a deserted area everywhere. Looking up is the empty sky, and looking down is the boundless dead grass.

Looking out, there is only the vastness that cannot be seen at the end.

Deep in the woods, crows flew by from time to time, and the crows' chirping became even more shrill.

Ning An, wearing a long black coat, stood in front of the tombstone, motionless. She had been in this position all night.

Her face was particularly haggard, with dark circles on her eyes, as if she hadn't closed her eyes for a long time.

His eyes have been on the photo of the tombstone. The man in the photo is in his prime, but he is always frozen at the age of his prime.

There was a black scarf around her neck, and when the wind blew, there was still an unstoppable chill.

Because she had been standing for a long time, her forehead had been wet with frost and a thin layer was pressed on her forehead.

However, Ning An's eyes had never left the photos on the tombstone, and his eyes were indescribable and his face was pale.

This man was once her husband.

She and him shared a bed and lived together, and the memory she and she seemed to be more arguing and quarrels.

He doesn't love her, she knows.

The forced marriage is sloppy, the secret marriage begins and the divorce ends, and the marriage between them is as short as a flash in the pan.

Even in the capital, there were very few people who knew that Song Shaoyan had been married.

The sun shone on Ning An's face, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a layer of crystal mist hanging on it.

The wind gently blew Ning'an's long hair, and the soft hair floated up. She was like a sculpture, motionless.
Chapter completed!