You Are My Unforgettable Love

Zichuan, I'm sorry.

I never knew that my waywardness eight years ago would have such a consequence.

I never knew that you have undertaken so much for me over the years.

Zichuan, I love you.

I don't want our love to be a burden to you.

I can no longer face this love, because it is unfair to Mo Wuxin.

Zichuan, no more.

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In a short letter, Shen Liangchuan looked at the paper as if he could not understand it.

His eyes seemed to pierce the paper and saw Xiao Qiao's heart inside.

He clenched his fists tightly, trying to adjust his breathing, but the whole person was still uncontrollably cold.

His vision gradually blurred.

Finally freeze on the last sentence.

Zichuan, no more.

It's like when he called Xiao Qiao.

Xiao Qiao, see you no more.

Then they really did not contact for eight years!

And this time, how long is Xiao Qiao's absence?

He took a deep breath, but still couldn't restrain his grief and sadness ...

No one spoke in the room for a while.

Xia Yehua didn't know what was written in the letter. After Shen Liangchuan finished reading, she couldn't help coming forward and wanted to speak.

But when he was about to say something, he suddenly stopped.

She fixedly looked at her son.

Shen Liangchuan has always been calm, nothing seems to be able to stir his heart.

Even when he was kicked out of the Shen family eight years ago, he remained calm.

He is a person who never leaks his emotions.

This year, their mother and son experienced ups and downs. She had never seen Shen Liangchuan look like this ...

His eyes were always deep like the sea and could withstand any brilliance and **** rain.

But this time ...

Those sadness, but could not bear it anymore, slowly leaked from his eyes, and slowly spread to the whole body.

He sat there, apparently still expressionless, but that emotion filled the room.

Let no one dare to speak to disturb him.

Xia Yehua stared at Shen Liangchuan, and the words he had originally wanted to ask were stuck in his throat.

After a while, she looked at Shen Zihao and Xia Nuannuan. "Let's go downstairs first."

Shen Zihao and Xia Nuanuan looked at Shen Liangchuan, and both nodded.

For a time in the study, only Shen Liangchuan was left.

Even in winter, the room was full of anger.

But at this moment, Shen Liangchuan felt very cold.

He looked in the room, his eyes falling on the sofa next to him.

He used to work in the study. When she was bored, she would lie on the sofa and use her mobile phone to scan the news.

But now ...

It was empty there.

No one is there anymore.

As soon as this idea came out, it felt like a knife was in his heart, and it was directly and slowly cut into his heart.

Naked blood.

He was still holding the paper tightly in his hand.

She knows ...

She knew the truth eight years ago.

Thinking about this time, his guilt, he could not imagine, if she was too guilty, would she not be able to bear it?

He clenched his fists and closed his eyes suddenly.

Eight years ago, things came to mind again.

The thing that only he and Mo knew innocently, even Song Yuanxi didn't know ...