Chapter 772 (1/2)

The letter wasn't long, but Geoffrey didn't have the strength to read it through.

It seemed that she had pierced all the excuses she had made for herself.

Impossible. How can silence love her?

She reached out and threw all the letters on the ground, stepping on them with her feet, ”liar, silence, you are a liar, I won't believe you. You are dead. Why do you want to hurt me! Why, no matter what you say, I won't give you a baby or die! Liar, I won't believe you... ”

She vented all her anger on the letter.

Until exhausted all the strength she used, she sat on the carpet feebly, covering her face with her hands, tears streaming out of her fingers.

Clearly silent death, he is to blame, why her heart will suffer?

It's not her fault!

No

Finally, tired of crying, she lay quietly on the floor and looked at the ceiling above her head.

One hand slowly caresses to own belly, slides to the abdomen.

Three months later.

At this time, it is late autumn.

It's getting colder and colder. A gust of wind blows by. Withered branches and leaves flutter in the cold wind and fall onto the car by the side of the road.

Ji Qiaoyan sat in the driving position, holding the steering wheel with both hands.

Wearing a suit, he looks very heroic.

When he turned to look at her, his eyes were bright.

It can be said that the operation was very successful and perfect for him.

After removing the gauze, he successfully recovered to his former state.

After the car stopped, Ji Qiaoyan looked at the building outside the window.

In the hillside of the funeral home, in this bleak autumn wind is particularly cool.

After all, it's a place for the dead to stay. The living feel that it's bad luck, and few people come here at ordinary times.