The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Chapter 947

But Huo Baiyuan didn't speak again, he didn't agree or refuse, he just looked away indifferently, bypassed Song Lishu, and walked upstairs.

Song Lishu turned to look at Huo Baiyuan's back.

What would she want to say to him tomorrow?

Tell him that it was not her wish that she married him, she did not use any means to climb into his bed, and told him that he stayed with her during the six months he disappeared.

Maybe you will, maybe you won't.

In fact, she just wanted to sit with Huo Baiyuan in that sweet dessert shop again like before.

I hope that Huo Baiyuan can change back to her Ah Yuan for the last time.

In the morning, Song Lishu got up early, opened the closet, and looked at the scattered clothes inside, as if there was nothing to choose from.

She came to Huo's house empty-handed. She basically didn't go out, and she didn't buy any clothes. She only had a few clothes from different seasons, which she wore back and forth repeatedly.

But in the end, Song Lishu changed into a light pink dress.

She put on light makeup, combed her soft hair neatly, and spread it over her shoulders. In the mirror, her cheeks were sunken. Even with makeup, she was not beautiful anymore.

After packing everything up early, she just sat by the bed, doing nothing.

She had no appetite for lunch and waited until the afternoon when Song Lishu went out early.

She first went back to the rental house, took out the tin box from the cabinet, put a diary into the tin box and locked it, then stuffed it under the bed.

Song Lishu stood at the door and could see the small rental house at a glance. She and Huo Baiyuan used to live here.

Song Lishu grabbed the water glass tightly, his face turned pale, he quickly took two steps back, tripped on his heel, and fell down hard on the steps, looking very embarrassed.

What is Huo Baiyuan thinking? What kind of method can you think of to make her die justifiably?

murder? Accident?

Song Lishu only felt that he had become a prisoner and accepted the trial of death.

Perhaps, she will never see the sun of tomorrow again.

Song Lishu didn't drink any water, and almost fled back to the room.

She sat slumped on the cold ground, with an empty glass lying beside her, holding her head tightly with both hands, feeling that the torment in her heart was far greater than her body.

Gradually into autumn, the weather began to cool down.

Song Lishu was lying on the bed, flipping through the calendar on her mobile phone, her exposed arm was as thin as a pole, skin covered with bones, not even a bit of flesh, her cheeks on both sides were deeply sunken, and her eye circles were black.

The most obvious manifestation of the deterioration of the condition is that she has no appetite to eat, and sometimes she is forced to vomit, and her body starts to hurt inch by inch. The pain makes her almost unable to sleep, her weight drops rapidly, and even breathing is weak.

Song Lishu's gaze was fixed on a certain date on the calendar.

It was her birthday, just a week away.

Last year, before it was her birthday, Huo Baiyuan recovered his memory, it was a pity that he couldn't spend it with him.

This year... can I?

It should be her last birthday. She wants to have a happier and more meaningful life.

The eve of the birthday.

Song Lishu was lying on the bed, flipping through the calendar on her mobile phone, her exposed arm was as thin as a pole, skin covered with bones, not even a bit of flesh, her cheeks on both sides were deeply sunken, and her eye circles were black.

The most obvious manifestation of the deterioration of the condition is that she has no appetite to eat, and sometimes she is forced to vomit, and her body starts to hurt inch by inch. The pain makes her almost unable to sleep, her weight drops rapidly, and even breathing is weak.

Song Lishu's gaze was fixed on a certain date on the calendar.

It was her birthday, just a week away.

Last year, before it was her birthday, Huo Baiyuan recovered his memory, it was a pity that he couldn't spend it with him.

This year... can I?

It should be her last birthday. She wants to have a happier and more meaningful life.

The eve of the birthday.

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