ilted her head to look at the car next to them. In the backseat of that car was a baby a few months old, peering out the window with wide, innocent eyes. 。Su Han quickly put down the glass window and...Lin Jinran took out a small shovel, a watering can and other tools from the tool shed. He squatted down in front of the intentionally damaged flowers and started digging seriously, examining them carefully.

Fu Mo-han gazed at her from afar, lowering his head to carefully inspect the shape of the flower branches.

She wore a pure white dress, her hair still damp and heavy, falling over her face. It moved gently with every scoop of the shovel.

It seems like this scene is very familiar, I've seen it in the depths of my memory before.

Unconsciously, the figure overlapped with a certain figure from memory.

The woman who loved flowers loved white lilies best, and her favorite color was pure white as well.

She often wears a white flowing dress, a white sun hat on her head, and holds a small shovel in her hand, walking among the fields of white lilies.

She once told Fu Mo寒 that lilies were the first bouquet he had ever given her.

That winter, he visited many flower shops before he bought it. It was also because of that bouquet of flowers that she fell for him.

She thought their love would be like a lily, pure and white without a trace of impurity.

However, her feelings for him had turned to dust in Fu Mo Han's childhood, losing their original color.

She was still lost in happiness, the unfaithful man had already walked away, accompanied by another woman.

She could never get over the tainted feelings, nor could she ever move on from that emotionless and abrupt relationship.

She has become a stranger to herself, drifting through her days in a daze.

Fu Mo Han remembered, that winter, the weather was very cold, freezing cold with heavy snow.

When Fu Mochen was young, he was too busy studying to listen to her recount their meeting over and over again.

When Fu Mo'han finished learning the necessary content, she was gone.

Fu Mochen found her in her small garden.

She held a bouquet of blooming lilies and wore her favorite white dress.

In this garden, the earth was her bed, and the snow her shroud, as she ended her life.

Lin Jinran re-stuck the flower branch and still didn't hear the man beside her speak. She stood up and looked at him.

I was genuinely taken aback. The man seemed lost in thought, an aura of coldness and sorrow emanating from him, thick and oppressive like fog.

"Fu Mo Han, are you alright" Lin Jin Ran asked worriedly.

Her voice tore through the fog of sorrow that had enveloped him, bringing him to his senses instantly.

Fu Mo Han narrowed his black eyes, the sorrow in them receding like a tide.

How long has it been since I thought about these past events It was just a similar figure that brought everything back.

Even if she wears a white dress and plants white lilies.

How could she ever compare to his mother, a woman who lived and died for love

And she even married him for ulterior motives, stopping at nothing to achieve her goals.

Fu Mo Han looked at Lin Jin Ran's fair face and said in a deep voice, "Lin Jin Ran, you are not allowed to come here from now on!"

After saying that, he suddenly turned around and strode away into the distance.

Lin Jinran stood frozen, utterly clueless about what she had done to offend him again.

< Fine, if you don't let me in, I won't come in. >

But there was one more thing she wanted to figure out.

Lin Jinran dropped his shovel and quickly chased after Fu Mo'han's retreating figure.

"Fu Mo Han, wait a moment, I have something to tell you."

Fu Mo Han stood still, looking at Lin Jin Ran who was panting heavily with a blank expression.

Lin Jin dyed his hands on his hips, panting, and asked, “Can you tell who stepped on it”e people who took away the night owl must have been well-trained. They restored the surroundings to their original state, showing they were a very skilled counterintelligence team. 。Though he has wid...