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Su Ying frowned as he sat in front of the computer, pondering.

On top of the computer was a diagram of some clothes.

When Su Ying was 18, he married a soldier that was ten years older than her.

Today was the tenth anniversary of Su Ying's and Jiang Mo's wedding. However, as Jiang Mo was a soldier, he could not return home at any time, and his grandfather had gone out to drink tea with his comrades today. Thus, Su Ying was alone at home today.

When he was four years old, Jiang Mo's parents died in the war.

From then on, Jiang Mo was raised by his grandfather.

Su Ying was still thinking about how to modify the clothing design.

Suddenly, she felt a little uncomfortable breathing. She raised her head and looked out the window. The outside of the window was bright red. She thought it was the sunset.

Lowering his head, he undid the two buttons on his jacket and continued to change the design.

Thinking, thinking, finding it harder to breathe.

She looked out of the window again. At this moment, she suddenly noticed a lot of smoke rising from the window.

She walked quickly to the window, pulled it open, and looked out.

As soon as she opened the window, a thick cloud of smoke rushed towards her.

"Cough cough, cough cough …" She quickly took a few steps back.

When she had caught her breath, she looked at the window again.

Instead, she saw something that frightened her even more.

Flames drifted in from the window and lit the curtains.

When Su Ying saw this situation, he didn't have enough time to think about how the villa was on fire, so he quickly walked towards the door, intending to go down the stairs.

Su Ying opened the door to the room, then walked to the top of the stairs and wanted to rush out. Fortunately, this villa only had two floors, so she quickly came to the first floor. However, the first floor was surrounded by fire, and only a small portion of the area didn't have fire.

But there was nothing she could do. She ran to the unlit spot in the middle that was closer to the door. When she got there, she found that she was still a distance away from the door, but this distance was still extremely large.

Su Ying turned around to look at the stairs, and he noticed that it was also filled with flames.

Su Ying's eyes, which were originally dry and aching from the fire, revealed a look of despair.

She did not cry because she had been burnt dry; she did not cry because she knew that no one cared; she did not cry because she had resigned herself to her fate …

She did not call for help either, because she knew that no one could save her. This was because she knew that she was currently living in a villa, Jiang Mo's house. There were no families within a radius of five kilometers. Usually, it took them over half an hour to get to the street.

After a moment of despair, her face was expressionless, and her face and eyes were deathly still.

A woman was standing under a big tree outside. When she saw that the entire villa was engulfed in flames, she started to laugh maniacally.

"Hahaha, bitch! You're finally going to die! Let's see how you're going to fight with me for Jiang Mo when you die …"

"Haha, Su Ying, you didn't expect this, did you? In the end, you still lost to me, Jiang Yiran …"

The woman's face revealed a sinister smile. There were also a lot of gas cans beside her.

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Su Ying sat in that small piece of unlit area with an expressionless face. Did she really give up? Despair?

But in her heart, she was thinking about her husband — Jiang Mo.

Su Ying recalled every little detail he had with Jiang Mo.

She suddenly froze, realizing that the thing she wanted to do the most in the face of death was to see Jiang Mo again. Really, really, just once. Only now did Su Ying realize that she'd long since fallen in love with Jiang Mo.

Su Mo silently cried in his heart as he said, "Jiang Mo, I'm sorry." Jiang Mo, I love you. Jiang Mo, I missed you so much. Jiang Mo

Jiang Mo, Jiang Mo, we'll meet again. Jiang Mo, hubby, I really want to see you again, like remembering you and never forgetting you.

Jiang Mo, let's be husband and wife in our next life. You have to take care of yourself.

"Su Ying …"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded by his ear.

Su Ying let out a bitter laugh. Did I think that Jiang Mo was hallucinating? Why did he call me again?

"Jiang Mo, you have to take care of yourself!" Su Ying accidentally spoke, but because of the pain in his throat, his voice was extremely low.