After Youmo got on the plane, he quickly found his seat, sat down, took out his phone and turned it off, only to find that there were more than 20 messages on it, from his father. The plane was about to take off, Youmo hesitated a little but finally decided to listen to the messages. Before he heard the first call, he looked up and saw the man standing next to his seat, Mu Zijin, wearing a dark black suit, with a cold look in his seriousness, and a bright sterling silver ring on the ring finger of his left hand.
He looked at her and she looked at him.
She stared blankly at the dazzling ring and said bitterly: Congratulations.
But after she finished speaking, she heard a message from her father: Zijin's father passed away, and there will be a funeral today. You should come back as soon as possible to attend the funeral.
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The blood faded from her already pale face even faster, and she actually said congratulations to him on the most painful day!
Why did she always say the wrong thing to him at the wrong time? She thought that the wound had not healed three years ago, at least it would no longer hurt, but it turned out that she was wrong, very wrong.