Early in the morning.

Sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, filling the room with golden colors.

On the European-style bed, the man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with confusion. For a moment, he almost couldn't remember where he was.

He turned his head and looked at the photo by the bedside.

The sun was setting on the outskirts of a small stream.

"Brother, just smile, just for a moment!" Jiang Xingyue stretched out a finger and looked at him pleadingly.

Facing such a happy Jiang Xingyue, Li Sicheng's heart instantly softened.

With a shutter sound, time was frozen.

Jiang Xingyue held his arm beautifully and smiled happily at the camera. He looked down at her with a soft smile.

This is their only photo together.

Li Sicheng's lips curled into a bitter smile.

After five years of marriage, he didn't even give her the minimum wedding photos.

Because at that time, his heart was filled with hatred. Every second he was with her was a torment to him.

Every time he saw her laughing with Jiang Haicang, he felt the urge to strangle her to death.

Now that she had really left, perhaps in the future, her smile could only be seen in this photo.

His fingers touched the smile on her face bit by bit. After a long time, he finally turned his gaze away and got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Li Sicheng walked into the cloakroom wearing a bathrobe. Everything was still as he remembered, but there were many children's clothes and shoes.

Small suits, small T-shirts, small hats, small shoes …

Li Sicheng walked over step by step. Every step is heavy, and it was extremely difficult to walk.

A wisp of astringency flashed through his eyes, and his slender fingers flashed across his clothes.

"Dad, when are you coming back to see me and Mom? I'm very obedient. I take medicine every day." A young face appeared in front of him. He looked up at him with a face full of longing, "Dad, when are you coming back to see me and Mom?"

He just looked at the child indifferently, his eyes sharp and cold, carrying a wisp of disgust and pain that even he couldn't sense, "I'm not your father."

A lump came into his throat. He pressed the small suit tightly on his chest, as if this was the only way for his heart to stop beating violently.

He turned around and walked to the front of his clothes. The black and white clothes were neatly hung in the closet.

He remembered that before he got married, she pointed at the clothes in the room, raised her chin slightly, and said with a proud expression, "My husband looks good, and I like to see you wearing a grey shirt the most. You're exceptionally handsome! haha …"

At that time, she didn't seem to know what shyness was, but it instantly filled his heart with hatred and sweetness.

However, at that time, he ignored her and warned her impatiently, "Don't touch my clothes in the future!"

With that, he ordered his men to throw away all the grey clothes.

What was her expression at that time?

Li Sicheng did not dare to think any further. He turned around fiercely, casually picked up a set of clothes and put them on. Then, he hurriedly walked out of the cloakroom.

The child's room.

There was still an unfinished painting on the table. It could be seen that this should be the child's homework.

He picked up the sketch with slender fingers. Below was a painting that had already been completed.

On the drawing paper, a little boy held his parents' hands and walked quietly on the road to the park.

Surprisingly, it was Yang Yang, Jiang Xingyue, and him.

The signature was him.

It was Jiang Xingyue's handwriting.

Every stroke was perfectly imitated, but he could still tell at a glance.

These three familiar words made him feel incomparably unfamiliar at this moment. It was like a wild beast devouring the heavens and earth, devouring him bit by bit.

Li Sicheng leaned on the table and supported himself, grief overflowing from his eyes.

The child, like the Wandou, was not as lucky as Wandou.