Her hands were trembling and her heartbeat increased.

She stood on tiptoe to reach the book, and the moment she took it off, she was sure that it was her book when she saw the familiar cover.

It's her book!

She opened the title page and there was her name - Ning'an, whose handwriting was graceful and thin, like a childish college student.

It's really her book.

At this moment, Ning An was filled with mixed feelings, his eyes were wet, and a gleam of surprise and shock in his eyes.

What else does she not believe?

Mo Xiu... It's really Song Shaoyan. Why is there such a thing in this world? Didn't this bastard die long ago?

He is still alive, he is really still alive...

Ning An felt indescribable in her heart, and she suddenly felt mixed emotions. She didn't know what it felt like.

This complex emotion spread between her limbs and bones, like the vines growing in spring, wrapping around her heart bit by bit, making her breathless.

Ning An held this collection of poems, and his eyes were filled with emotions and indescribable luster, his eyes were distracted and his eyes were obsessed.

Everything around her seemed to have no sound, and her heart seemed to stop beating, leaving only the suffocation feeling, which made her breathless.

Everything is like a dream.

Oh……

She had long imagined her future life, to be safe, to be happy and stable. She raised Xiao Candy to adulthood, and there was no man named Song Shaoyan in her future.

But she never expected that he was still alive in Huacheng, not far from the capital.

He is still alive.

When he saved her, he knew that she was Ning'an.

Haha...didn't he hate her? Didn't he reject her? He tried his best to torture her, but why did he save her?

Ning An stood in the study, but he had not come back to his senses for a long time and was in a state of dismay.

He had changed his name and had not even returned to Grandpa Song's death. He had completely wanted to settle the past, and he had never thought of recognizing her.

Maybe... it's that she shouldn't disturb his peaceful life anymore.

Whether he is alive or dead, they are already two parallel lines and no longer intersect.

She looked down at the collection of poems in her hand, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and there were traces of surging in her eyes. Her fingers were tightly clamped with the book. She couldn't understand why he still kept it and brought it to Huacheng.

Song Shaoyan refused to let her enter the study room of Song's house.

In the Song family, he and she drew a clear line. He drew clearly where she could enter, where she could not enter, and what she could not take.

Therefore, after many years of marriage, she only went to his study when she was sending midnight snacks at night, but she would be kicked out by him every time she could not stay for a few minutes.

There is only one possibility, the books and tie were taken to Africa by Song Shaoyan.

As for whether there is anything else, she doesn't know.

He didn't even want the wedding ring, but brought these inconspicuous things with him. Maybe he needed them.

After thinking for a long time, Ning An stood on tiptoe and put the book back to its original place.

Since this collection of poems is here with him, then stay here, she doesn't want it.

Neither I want books nor Song Shaoyan anymore.

After thinking about this, the darkness in her eyes slowly dissipated, and her eyes were clear and clear.

She had completely figured out one thing. Song Shaoyan was still alive, and his name is Mo Xiu now.

He was unwilling to touch on his past life, and she was unwilling to reveal this fact.
Chapter completed!