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Lightning streaked across the sky outside the window and instantly lit up the pitch-black night sky. At the same time, it also illuminated Gu Zhao's handsome face.

His eyes were misty and he looked at her with an unprecedented tenderness.

However, Jiang Yao couldn't see her reflection in his eyes.

Jiang Yao tightly gripped the bed sheet under her. Her strength was so great that even her joints were turning white.

She felt as if she had instantly fallen into a world of ice and snow. The overwhelming cold energy drilled into every single one of her pores, freezing her to the point that her teeth couldn't help but tremble.

Tears rolled down Jiang Yao's thin face slowly from the corner of her eyes.

Gu Zhao kissed the corner of her eyes, "Xiao Xiao, don't cry, don't cry. In the future, I won't let anyone hurt you anymore."

His every word was filled with deep emotion, but in Jiang Yao's ears, it sounded like poison, ruthlessly corroding her internal organs.

That night, Gu Zhao asked her over and over again, gently as if he was cherishing some rare treasure.

Only when he had completely fallen asleep did Jiang Yao drag her broken body into the bathroom.

She spread the spray to its maximum, then covered her mouth tightly in the water and silently cried.

Xu Xiao, the woman who had passed away for a year, turned out to be the White Moonlight in Gu Zhao's heart.

He gave her all the thorns, but left her the only softness.

Jiang Yao hugged her knees, curled into a small ball, but it was still drowned by endless despair and grief.

When he woke up in the morning, the pillow was already empty. It was just like a morning when he woke up alone for over a year. Only Gu Zhao's lingering smell of alcohol in the air and the unique scent of pine and wood on his body reminded Jiang Yao that last night was not a dream.

Her whole body felt as if it had been crushed by a car. There was not a single part of her body that did not hurt, but none of these could compare to the damage to her heart that she had suffered.

After getting off the bed with much difficulty, he stood at the foot of the stairs just in time to see his aunt preparing breakfast.

"Aunt Sunn, where's Zhao?"

Aunt Sunn was an old man of the Gu family, so she had a better understanding of the relationship and the past between the two of them. She stammered somewhat awkwardly, "Young Mistress, young Master, he … he left early in the morning. He might be busy with his company."

Jiang Yao tightened her pajamas. She didn't show any expression on her face, but her eyes were filled with sorrow.

Busy? He just didn't want to see her.

Jiang Yao turned around and was about to return to her bedroom, but before she could raise her head, she suddenly froze on the spot.

Her hand tightened on the railing.

"Aunt Sunn, what's the number today?" Jiang Yao's voice unconsciously tightened.

Aunt Sunn was silent for two seconds before she whispered, "Number 16."

16th, May 16th.

The day of Xu Xiao's death!

"Young Mistress, are you alright?"

Aunt Sunn asked worriedly when she saw there was no trace of blood on Jiang Yao's face. She had managed to support Jiang Yao in time.

"I'm fine."

Jiang Yao forced out a smile and said, "I'm going out today."

"Where are you going?" Aunt Sunn asked with concern.

However, Jiang Yao had already entered the house without looking back.

Since last night, the rain in River City had not stopped.

Jiang Yao, carrying a pure black umbrella, came alone to the cemetery.

She stood in front of Xu Xiao's grave and looked at the black and white photo of the smiling woman's pretty face. Her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Jiang Yao squatted down and gently placed the pure white rose in her arms in front of the tombstone with a sorrowful expression.

"I've come to see you."

The rain soon dampened her skirt.

Jiang Yao suddenly recalled that it was also a rainy day when she first met Xu Xiao.

As the only daughter of River City's Jiang's, her encounter with Gu Zhao was very natural. At the royal ball, he had a dignified demeanor, standing in the crowd and looking at her from afar. In that instant, Jiang Yao saw thousands of stars in his eyes.

Later on, as the families of both sides continued to play host to each other, they had more and more chances to get along with each other.

At that time, Gu Zhao would never have been as harsh on her as he was now. He was always polite, humble and magnanimous. Of course, that was all.

When Xu Xiao stood in front of them with her umbrella, Jiang Yao finally understood what the invisible gap between her and Gu Zhao was.

That was his little Cyan Plum Blossom, that was his white moonlight.

He gently took off his suit and draped it over her shoulders, his eyes soft as the blue of the sea as he turned his face to the side.

"What are you doing here!" Jiang Yao couldn't help but tremble in fear when she heard a sudden shout.

She looked up and met Gu Zhao's dark eyes.

He didn't even have an umbrella, and his expensive top suit had already been soaked by the rain. The wet patch of hair on his forehead stuck to his forehead, making him look even more sword-like.

Jiang Yao quickly passed the umbrella to him, but was hit by Gu Zhao without any hesitation.

Both of them were instantly exposed to the rain.

"I, I just came to see her." Jiang Yao said carefully, her lips trembling.

Anger burned in Gu Zhao's eyes. He bent down to pick up the rose from the ground and mercilessly threw it at Jiang Yao's face.

"Get lost with your things! Don't dirty Xiaoxiao's tomb. " His voice was ice-cold …

Jiang Yao didn't dodge or evade. She watched helplessly as the bunch of flowers shattered on the ground.

A few deep bloodstains appeared on her face after it was stabbed. Her porcelain white skin made her look quite frightening.

Back then, when Xu Xiao had been buried in the sea of fire, Gu Zhao had gone berserk. His eyes were bloodshot and he wished he could strangle her to death so that Xu Xiao could accompany her in death.

"Jiang Yao, your fake face really disgusts me! You killed her yourself, what face do you have to meet her! "

Gu Zhao was completely devoid of his usual calm and collected self. His entire being was like a mad lion.

Jiang Yao's thin figure looked even more pitiful in the rain. Her red and swollen eyes were filled with tears as she weakly said, "I didn't do it on purpose. I … I really didn't want to kill her. I just wanted to scare her."

Gu Zhao's eyes flashed with a cold light, "Enough! If you hadn't kidnapped her to the warehouse, why would she have died without a body intact because of the fire there? Isn't that what you wanted? "Huh?"

Gu Zhao still felt a dull pain in his chest when he mentioned it.

He walked down the mountain as soon as he lifted his leg and bumped into Jiang Yao. A moment later, a weak voice sounded from behind him.

"What do you want me to do? What on earth should I do for you to forgive me? "

The distance between them was only a few steps, but it was already so far that Jiang Yao could barely see his face.

"I want you dead!"