The window was open, and there was a car from afar, as if it was crushed into the heart. The sound was little by little, and the heartbeat was getting faster and faster. In the quiet room, the slightly warm breathing and heartbeat made everything around it look far away.

This room seemed to be separated from time and stopped quietly, bringing a dizzy feeling. The seductive fragrance on Tang Wu's body was like clouds and mists lingering around, making people forget the mundane world under the clouds and mists.

Tang Wu is a woman with extraordinary elegance in every pore and every strand of hair.

Tang Wu raised her hand, clenched it into a fist, and gently landed on his back, spreading it again, and putting her palm against his back. You could feel the solid back of the mature man, which made people feel at ease.

Trust is this feeling, and it arises naturally. Tang Wu suddenly understood what she had lacked over the years... It was the feeling that someone made her trust and feel at ease. Li Huaming could not give it to her, and no one else could give it to her.

Only Zhao An could, because his body was not strong, but he was willing to use his body, whether it was strong or weak, to block the bullets shot at her.

This is the body that blocked the bullet for himself. Tang Wu felt the body of the man touching under her palm, and she felt like she wanted to snuggle into his arms... Some people say that women are a creature that has been seeking a sense of security all their lives, father, husband and son. If men of these three identities cannot give her a sense of security, she will go to find a lover.

Could it be that the thought that she was about to cheat was to keep thinking about cheating? Then Tang Wu denied it because before meeting Zhao An, she had never thought about cheating, but just wrapped herself in her own world and stayed quietly in her world.

Perhaps Tan Jiping's bullet was torn not only by his skin, but also tore a gap in her world, causing Zhao An to run in.

But...if...

Thinking of this, Tang Wu shook her head and sighed in her heart, "No but, no if."

There is a kind of love that makes oneself difficult.

There is a kind of mistake, called mistake again and again.

There is a kind of fate that will be renewed in the next life.

It's probably just that what I can give him. Zhao An's hug made Tang Wu completely confirm his feelings for him. She also felt that the sweet and soft tenderness filled her heart. This was probably the feeling of love, so beautiful... No wonder men and women in the world flocked to him.

But I have never been a woman who only cares about my own selfishness. If I want to be presumptuous, I always have to suppress it. If I want to possess it, I will push it away in the end. Everyone is not a saint Wugui, I only want to make the final choice, be worthy of myself and him.

"Okay... It's been a long time." Tang Wu patted his back gently, raised her head, her cheeks seemed to be attracted by his heat. When she touched his cheeks, she seemed to be red from the scald, and she hurriedly pushed him away.

"I just felt faith." Zhao An looked at Tang Wu's clear eyes, which was not like a woman in her thirties. She did not have a trace of impurities accumulated in the world. Her youth and the world seemed to have stopped at a certain moment, and what was preserved was like just picked and still had a slightly dewy petal.

"What belief?" Tang Wu still felt that her heartbeat was a little faster. She rarely had skin contact with people, let alone men. Many times, it seemed that there was no concept of the opposite sex. They would not care about themselves at all, but Zhao An was different, very different.

So the flush on her cheeks still did not dissipate, she was slightly shy, and her deep charm turned into a cloud.

"Religious fanaticism, I feel that I can do everything for the God in my heart." Zhao An was beating with a heartbeat, without a smile on his face, as if he confessed: "The God in my heart is a goddess."

"Good and smooth tongue." Tang Wu didn't dare to look at his eyes. Although he was very serious, he still wanted to give him the adjective of greasy and smooth tongue. Thinking about it, he was worried that he would feel a little hurt, so he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, indicating that he was still very happy after all.

With his carefulness, he would always notice any details of himself. Tang Wu thought so, turned her head and held her hands together, like a twisted girl.

Tang Wu bent down and began to pack up some of her own small things in her suitcase.

Zhao An looked at her, and a small piece of his back was exposed because he squatted down, his skin was fair and delicate, and the edge of his underwear could be vaguely seen inside the skirt. This stroke made Zhao An feel a little bloody and quickly turned to the front.

It was just because of squatting like this that she could vaguely see the round white flesh that was squeezed and swinging left and right in her unbuttoned bow tie and shirt buttons.

Zhao An stood on the side again. Her skirt was not long. She bent down and her thighs were close to the fairest skin of the woman's body exposed a little more. Zhao An immediately didn't know where to look.

"What are you doing around you?" Tang Wu waved her hand, "Let's go there."

Zhao An stayed next to him and came to the balcony. He watched the afternoon sun gradually calm down. He listened to the bells coming from the temple and looked back at Tang Wu. His mind gradually calmed down. He sat on the recliner and watched Tang Wu who was busy alone there.

After a while, Tang Wu raised her head, glanced at Zhao An, smiled and lowered her head.

Zhao An suddenly felt that such a peaceful and gentle life was great, just like a couple’s little days, with women busy with trivial chores, and the man running home outside sat down and relaxed and tired, lazily like a father and mother.

"What are you thinking?" Tang Wu walked out of nowhere.

"Nothing... is over?" Zhao An stood up, "Let's go out for dinner first."

"Wait." Tang Wu held a letter in her hand and raised it, with a faint expression of sorrow and hesitation.

Zhao An knew that this was actually the main reason why Tang Wu came to Zhonghai. She didn't want to face Lin Nanxiu's last words alone. She needed someone to support him and accompany her. When she might receive some surprising information, she would not be unable to bear it alone.

"Nothing said in Lin Nanxiu will surprise you." Zhao An shook Tang Wu's soft hand, "Don't worry, maybe she told you that she found the time tunnel, aliens, etc."

Tang Wu still forced a smile, but her mood became much more relaxed. She turned her body, touched his arm, and then slowly tore open the envelope.

Zhao An admired Tang Wu very much. If it were him, a mystery that had been under my heart, maybe he would have seen it long ago. Fortunately, Tang Wu could endure it for so long... This is probably the biggest difference between men and women, and women can be more patient.

In the envelope is a thin piece of paper, with a simple line of words on it.

"I'm not dead, don't have to avenge me, wait for the person from eighteen years ago to come to you."

Although Zhao An had already told Tang Wu that he would not be surprised by any information left by Lin Nanxiu, when he saw this line of words, Zhao An and Tang Wu were still surprised to see each other, staring at the line of words with their eyes straight.

Every word is known and composed together, but it seems to be a message that is difficult for the brain to explode.

"She is not dead... Lin Nanxiu is not dead?" Zhao An looked at the paper in confusion, tossing and turning, wanting to see if there are any other secrets on this paper.

Tang Wu stood there quietly, walked to the edge of the balcony, and took a deep breath.

"Lin Nanxiu is not dead, who was the person eighteen years ago?" This is something that Zhao An didn't know at all... Tang Wu was able to read the letter left by Lin Nanxiu with Zhao An, which can be said to be completely trusting. Zhao An also knew a lot about Tang Wu and Lin Nanxiu, but he had no way of knowing who the person eighteen years ago was.

Tang Wu turned her head, and there was a faint smile of relief on her face. Zhao An felt that she was a little different... The sorrow seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

She believed it? To be honest, Zhao An had no way to believe it because he witnessed Lin Nanxiu's death with his own eyes, and Tang Wu also confirmed this from other channels, which means that both the killer and witnesses confirmed Lin Nanxiu's death, but Lin Nanxiu left such a "lasting will" a long time ago?

Is such a last word trustworthy?

"She said she wasn't dead, then she wasn't dead." Tang Wu seemed to have regained her momentum, her mouth curled slightly, her fingers gently lit the lighter, and burned the letter, "I think all we need to do is to witness her make a gorgeous appearance again."

"Okay..." Tang Wu and Lin Nanxiu had so many years of friendship. As friends who knew that Tang Wu would be neutral, they would still hand over the suicide note to her. Their relationship and tacit understanding were difficult for Zhao An to understand, but they had to believe Tang Wu's judgment, "But who was the person eighteen years ago?"

"I don't know." Tang Wu shook her head, and the same doubt appeared in her eyes as Zhao An. "I thought about it and had no idea who the person she said would be eighteen years ago."

"You don't know either?" Zhao An was even more surprised. He thought that Lin Nanxiu said so, then Tang Wu must have known it. If Tang Wu didn't know, how could she wait? How could she know who that person was?

"I really couldn't remember who it was. Eighteen years ago... I was still..." Tang Wu pursed her lips, slightly shy, and was unwilling to tell Zhao An how she was like in the past. "At that time, Lin Nanxiu had already begun to show her sharpness, but what was I doing at that time?"

Tang Wu looked confused, and there were many confused scenes in her mind, but they were not clear at all, as if the most lively, youthful, and supposedly most beautiful age, his memory was painted with a faint layer of ink.

I remembered a little, but there were no more details. I always thought I remembered it. If I opened my mouth, I could say a lot of things. But at this time, Tang Wu just looked at Zhao An, but felt that his face became more and more familiar.

familiar?
Chapter completed!