C42 It's Late

The doctor's words made Cheng Yu feel relieved.

If Jian Jia subconsciously did not want to recall her past memories, then she could not be provoked by the people and events of the past.

When her mental endurance increased in the future and she wanted to find her past life, then he would definitely not interfere or interfere.

Jian Jia had the right to make her own choice, and what he could do was to protect her.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yu was alone on the balcony, deep in thought. Suddenly, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure standing in the corner outside the fence. He kept looking into the house.

The expression in Cheng Yu's eyes became colder. He closed Jian Jia's door slightly and went downstairs.

"Have you seen enough?" Cheng Yu asked Zhai Yaotian coldly.

Zhai Yaotian's body stiffened. He turned around and looked at Cheng Yu.

Thinking about the expectations he had for him in the past year, the anger in Zhai Yaotian's heart burned.

"You lied to me!" Zhai Yaotian said, pressing right in front of Cheng Yu.

He did not want to fight, but he could not stand Cheng Yu lying to him with the urn. It was Jian Jia.

"The former Jian Jia is already dead. I did not lie to you! She chose to forget the six years she had with you. Don't you understand what she meant?" Cheng Yu's eyes were sharp and his voice did not have much emotion.

Now that things had come to this, whether it was hatred or anger, it was all in the past.

Jian Jia had already chosen to be reborn, so why would he not let go of the past?

"Then who is in the urn?" Zhai Yaotian still could not get over the worry in his heart.

Cheng Yu narrowed his eyes and asked quietly, "Who is in the urn? "Is this important?"

Zhai Yaotian did not say anything. Cheng Yu understood what he was feeling. He said, "Because you have been carrying the urn for almost a year, and now you realize that you are carrying the wrong one. Do you feel disgusted?"

Zhai Yaotian's heart jumped. He immediately knew what was wrong. "You... know everything?"

Every night, he would secretly run to his house and climb over the wall to climb into the window. He did not leave until morning.

Zhai Yaotian thought he did not know anything about it. He did not expect Cheng Yu to see it all.

But then he remembered that it was Cheng Yu's home. Now that technology was so advanced, what could he hide?

"Even if you tell me that she's still alive and just lost her memory, I won't bother her..." Zhai Yaotian's voice became weaker.

Cheng Yu sneered. "Are you that kind?"

Zhai Yaotian's expression changed. A sense of guilt seeped out of his bones and blood.

"I know that my crime is unforgivable. It is impossible for me to get her forgiveness." He said in a hoarse voice.

Cheng Yu paused. His expression was no longer cold, but it was still distant.

"She knows her place, but let me tell you, after she saw you in the morning, she felt uneasy. She had nightmares during lunch break. She dreamed that you treated her badly in the past. Then, she broke out in a cold sweat and woke up. In the end, she drank the medicine to calm herself down."

Cheng Yu did not want to use Jian Jia's actions to aggravate Zhai Yaotian's guilt, but this man needed to know the truth.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt her..." Zhai Yaotian cried out in pain, trembling all over.

"You've hurt her for the second time. Cheng Yu reminded him with a serious expression.

Zhai Yaotian understood what he meant.

Zhai Yaotian took a deep breath. His nasal voice was a little heavy. "I will only look at her from afar. I will not disturb her."

"Will there be a day when she will be discovered?" Cheng Yu did not expect Zhai Yaotian to continue pestering him.

Zhai Yaotian was stunned. He quickly said, "It will not..."

"Zhai Yaotian, what credibility do you have with me? "Late love is even more despicable than the grass under your feet. Don't try to be lucky. She is no longer the Jian Jia she used to be. The current her, love and hate are clear. She is as arrogant as a white swan. "She will no longer be as humble as dirt to treat a person endlessly well..."

Cheng Yu said neither coldly nor coldly. Every word, every word, was like a dagger stabbing into Zhai Yaotian's heart.

After a long silence, Zhai Yaotian opened his mouth again. His voice was extremely hoarse. "I will buy a plane ticket and leave France tonight."

He did not look at her from afar, but from far away. That was the best distance.

"I hope you keep your word." Cheng Yu curled his fingers and turned around, ready to go back.

"Cheng Yu." Zhai Yaotian called out to him from behind, "You will make her happy. Right?

"It has nothing to do with you." Cheng Yu did not look back. He did not even stop.

Zhai Yaotian looked up at the tall French castle. The thick walls and the vines that snaked to the top of the building made him vaguely see the woman he missed day and night. She was walking around the house with a happy smile on her face.

Jian Jia, you must be happy.

You must be very happy.

I have already missed you. I hope that you will never miss your happiness again...