Yang Mu Xiao had already rushed out of the door, she didnt even bring her purse, and kept running on the road until she got on the bus, only to realize that she needed to pay the fare, but there wasnt a single coin on her.

  "Hurry up, cant you see there are many people lining up behind us?"

  Yang Mu Xiao felt a bit embarrassed: "Sorry, can I borrow some money from you? I rushed out and forgot to bring any."

  "Cut, youre not from out of town, are you? Whats with the Im dying from a terminal illness act?"

  "Yes, its probably just some orphan."

  Suddenly there was a burst of snickering, and the gazes that were clearly directed at her were all disdainful.

  Suddenly, a crisp and tender voice of a girl sounded from behind.

  "Come on up, Ive already put in the coins for you."

  Clang, the sound of coins entering the coin box.

  Yang turned around and saw the girl who had borrowed a tissue from her on the rainy night before, blinking her eyes, "We meet again."

  "Thank you."

  "Its nothing, just one dollar." The girl smiled and said, "Nowadays, some people wont even pick up a dollar if they see it on the ground."

  This sentence made some people who were just coldly ridiculing and mocking turn red with embarrassment.

  Yang brushed off the dawn and sat down, asked the girls name and phone number, saying: "Ill return it to you when I go back."

  "No need," the girl waved her hand with a smile, "Youre asking for my name and phone number now, I thought you had a crush on me, do you want my QQ?"

  Yang brushed off the dawn with a smile, then put away his phone. Others have their own secrets and are strangers after all, so its not good to reveal them.

  "Dongqu Cemetery has arrived, passengers at the next stop please get off from the rear door, next stop..."

  There were very few people getting off at this stop, and no one came to the cemetery on such a gloomy evening.

  However, among them was Yang Moxiao.

  What made Yang Xiao somewhat surprised was that this girl who had helped her twice also got off at this station.

  "What a coincidence! Youre also visiting the cemetery." The girl held a bouquet of flowers in her hand, and when she smiled, her eyebrows curved like stars shining brightly.

  Yang Duoxiao nodded slightly.

  At night, as I approached the cemetery, I felt a chill for no reason. The lights inside were dim and faint, and with each step closer, my heart felt increasingly oppressed, suffocating her to the point where she couldnt breathe.

  Into the cemetery, the girl went right, Yang Xiao went left.

  "Hey, wait!"

  Not far away, he heard a girls cry for help and Yang Duoxiao stopped in his tracks.

  "Heres a lily for you," the girl said, pulling out a white lily from her bouquet and handing it to Yang Fu Xiao with a playful smile. "No need to say thank you."

  Yang stroked the lily in his hand and watched as the girl turned and walked away.

  She looked up at the sky, which was gloomy and seemed like it was going to rain, feeling very oppressive.

  Dongqu Cemetery, a place as valuable as the city centers every inch of land. Three years ago, Yang Fuxiao spent all his remaining money to buy a burial plot, barely enough for a down payment. He had no choice but to borrow from Yang Dongliang.

  However, she never thought that Yang Guangliang would take this opportunity to force her to marry the young master of the Shen family.

  She had also heard her adoptive parents mention it before, but she refused to marry him till death.

  But this time its different, having taken someone elses money, I have to listen to what they say.

  For three years, she was like a domestic fowl raised in a cage, waiting for the day to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

  At that time, everyone said she was stupid, stupid beyond salvation, being deceived in body and mind, and still wanting to buy a tomb worth tens of thousands for a man who had died without even leaving behind an intact corpse, sacrificing herself.

  Arriving in front of the tombstone, Yang Wuxiao squatted down and placed the lily flower in her hand in front of the tombstone. She looked at the person in the photo, wearing a dark camouflage uniform, handsome and angular. She stretched out her hand to wipe away the dust on top, sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone.

  She remembered three years ago, always skipping class and sneaking to the barracks, then sitting in the guard room at the entrance for an entire afternoon, waiting until he ran out covered in sweat, "Yang Fuxiao! Look over here!" She put down the newspaper and looked over, but didnt expect that her lips had already been stolen a kiss.

  She remembered that the sunset on that evening was particularly red, and it dyed her whole face red.

  About twenty minutes later, Yang Fuxiao let out a sneeze, moved her numb legs, stood up and stomped her feet, turned around and took two steps, then turned back to look at the handsome face on the tombstone, saying: "Mu Hang, Im getting married."

  In a patch of shade, the tombstone still stands steadily, as if unchanged for ten thousand years.

  "This time its real."

  Yang wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye and turned her face away, walking towards the cemetery gate.

  In the distance, in a faint light, Yang Fuxiao saw the girl who had helped her several times, standing next to a man wearing a black windbreaker, his figure tall and slender, he raised his hand to brush away the stray hair that had fallen on her forehead, the mans gaze seemed to inadvertently glance over at Yang Fuxiao.

  Just this one glance, a bolt of lightning flashed through Yang Bufangs mind, as if he had been struck by thunder, and he stiffened on the spot.

  Its him!

  Its Mu Hang!

  By the time she came back to herself, the man and woman had already left the cemetery gate.

  Yang Mu Xiao flew over quickly and ran past. A black private car drove by in front of the cemetery, and she shouted at the shadow of the car: "Mu Hang! Xu Mu Hang!"

  However, the private car did not stop and drove into the night.

  Yang Mu Xiao ran for a while, leaning against the roadside utility pole panting, her eyes burning, and her fingernails pinching the rough lime wall.

  Perhaps it was just a resemblance in appearance, Xu Muhuang is already dead.

  Its been three years already, she really should let go now.

  The night wind is cold and mournful.

  Yang Xiaos body had no money on her, she walked along the roadside, the cold wind blowing her black hair up, and the occasional passing car lights shining brightly on her pale face, like a lonely ghost wandering.

  Vehicles came and went in a hurry, and one car suddenly stopped at the side of the road. The headlights flickered twice, and Yang Fuxiao squinted his eyes to see a woman getting out of the car. As she adapted to the light from the headlights, she only then noticed that it was the girl from earlier!

  Then, the man in the car...

  The girl took a step forward and smiled sweetly: "I forgot you didnt have any money on you, get in the car, well give you a ride for a bit."

  Yang Brushed Dawn stood still in her tracks, against the car lights, her gaze fell on the body of the car three meters away.

  The car door of the drivers cab opened, and a figure walked down, suddenly entering Yang Wus line of sight, just like three years ago, that afternoon, it entered her heart.

  "Admire..."

  Two icy gazes leaning against the car body suddenly turned to Yang Xiao, and her words got stuck in her throat.

  It was obviously Xu Mochen, but when he looked at her, his eyes were completely cold and unfamiliar.

  The man turned around and said to the girl beside Yang Duoxiao: "Sheng, get on the car."

  …………

  "Guanghua Road 121."

  Inside and outside the car were two completely different temperatures. Yang Fuxiao had already suppressed his inner excitement and shocking emotions, his fingertips slowly warming up, but his heart was getting cooler and cooler.

  This person looks exactly like Xu Muhuang, but always feels that there is something different, such as the mature and elegant temperament between his eyebrows and eyes, as well as the cold and majestic aura on his body.

  Three years ago, it was she who personally covered the incomplete body with a white cloth and pushed it into the crematorium, he was not Xu Muhuang.

  But is there really anyone in this world who looks exactly like another person?

  "Is it Guanghua Road 121? I remember theres a Ziwei Garden there." The girl smiled and said, "My name is Qin Shuang, whats yours?"

  Not getting an answer, Qin Shuang suddenly shook her body behind her: "Hey!"

  Yang Fuxiao suddenly came back to her senses, and in the instant she turned around, her eyes met two gloomy gazes in the rearview mirror. She felt a sudden unease in her heart and looked away from their gaze. "Im Yang Fuxiao, Fuxiao of the dawn before the break of day."

  "Dawn..."

  A low voice came from the front seat, as if chewing on this name with lips and teeth. Yang Fu Xiaos heart moved when he heard it, and he turned his head to look out of the window, where the lamp shadows seemed to be flying quickly like a stretched streamline.

  Guanghua Road arrived soon, and stopped at the entrance of Yangs house.

  Qin Shang rolled down the car window and was extremely surprised: "Youre Yangs daughter?"

  Yang Fu Xiao nodded, "Mm."

  If saying adopted daughter is also daughter.

  Yang Mu Xiao took two steps forward, then suddenly turned back and ran to the side of the car. She knocked on the drivers window, which rolled down, revealing a profile that was identical to hers, causing her to catch her breath.

  "Excuse me, sir, do you know Xu Muhuang?"

  The mans gaze was cool, and under such a gaze, her heart skipped a beat. In the instant she dodged his eyes, she missed the flash of red light that suddenly flickered in the mans piercing eyes.

  "I dont know."

  Yang stepped back two steps, bowed: "Very sorry sir, I was too presumptuous."

  She stood still, watching the black private car merge with the night, before turning around and dragging her heavy footsteps towards home.

  The car drove smoothly on the road, and the mobile phone rang. The man driving held the steering wheel with one hand, took a glance at the name on the screen, and answered the call.

  "Im giving you three months time, before the wedding in three months, can you make it happen? I need a definite answer."

  The sound inside the receiver was crackling, the man shook out a cigarette from the pack, put it to his lips, slid his fingers over the lighter, the cigarette tip sparkled, he took a deep drag, and exhaled smoke.

  "No problem."