#1682 of the Destiny (3)

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Zeng Hui's heart was touched and regretful.

On that day, she saw that Rong He had not contacted her for more than a week, and she became sensitive and suspicious. When she came to Huang Man's house, she saw that the shirt she sewed for him was taken off in Huang Man's room, and Sun Yan was lying on the bed. He was holding a person calling Rong He's name.

She was also in a hurry and left in a hurry.

In fact, Sun Yan was drunk at that time and was just holding a pillow.

Zeng Hui stubbornly believed that Rong He betrayed her, and the accusations and pressure from her family made her unable to bear it any longer and left the capital.

Later, when she encountered a catastrophe, Yang Bai saved her life and brought her home.

For the sake of the child in her womb, she also agreed to marry Yang Bo, as long as he could treat the child as his own.

Forty years of grievances stemmed from a misunderstanding, and because of her, Rong He never married or even became a monk for life. How could she not be wronged or regretted?

"Huihui-"

Rong He looked at Zeng Hui's tears like a twisted faucet, and her heart turned into a ball of mud, but she didn't know what to say, she could only call her name.

"combining--"

Zeng Hui looked at Rong He, and was finally willing to call out his name.

Rong He was so excited that he wanted to reach out and pull Zeng Hui's hand.

Zeng Hui withdrew her hand, still had a look of resistance on her face, shook her head slightly and said, "Rong He, I'm already someone else's wife."

Although her voice was not loud, it was like a hammer, hitting Rong He's heart heavily.

He withdrew his hand.

Yes, no matter what, Zeng Hui is still that Yang Bo's wife.

At this time, Zeng Hui's emotions had recovered from an extremely violent vent, and there was a touch of indifference in the bottom of her eyes.

This coldness, like a cold arrow, hurt Rong He's heart.

"Um."

He nodded lightly, "I'm so jealous of him."

Zeng Hui looked at him and stood up, "Rong He, I don't blame you anymore, but I also put you down. I have had a relationship with him for more than 40 years and have children, this is not you and me. I hope you can put me down, live the life you should live, and find a woman who can better accompany you by your side.”

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Rong He understood that she really couldn't go back to her side.

"Okay, Huihui, take care, no matter who you are by my side, I will bless you and hope you can be happy."

Zeng Hui nodded, "Thank you, and I wish you happiness. Thank you for keeping me in your heart all these years."

After speaking, she lowered her head and picked up the sewing box, walked out, and never looked back.

Rong He looked at her distant back and sighed secretly.

"grandfather--"

Yang Zimei walked out and said, "Perhaps, this is the best ending. After more than 40 years of separation, you are already different from each other. If you are reluctant to be together, it may kill the remaining feelings and the beauty of the past."

Rong He nodded, reached out and touched her head, "Yes, I am enough to have you. It's just that with the temperament of your grandfather, how hard will your grandma be in the future?"

"That's what she chose, too, right?"

Yang Zimei said suddenly, "I have completely understood one thing now. No matter how bad the life she chooses, it is also her own business. We really don't need to care about it."

"Um."

Rong He nodded, and the guilt stone in his heart was also put down.

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