The weather is getting colder, but for residents in the south, it is easy to spend a winter without turning on the heating. The strong wind whistles in the ears and invades every corner of the body through the gaps in the clothes, making the cold biting.

Shanshan leaned lazily against the dining table with the newly hot coffee, savoring the latest newspaper and raising her eyebrows. As expected, Ling's bankruptcy became the number one news to replace Zhao's.

New materials are always more ingenious than old materials. The editors wantonly put their guesses at the end of the newspaper, and then attached the reasons to be verified.

I was about to see what snacks there are in the refrigerator to fill my stomach, but the doorbell rang.

The servant opened the door with a trot and said in a low voice, "Please inside."

Shanshan turned around and saw who could have been put in without her permission, but saw two extremely familiar and haggard faces, dressed thinly and looked weak.

"Shanshan..." Ling's parents hurriedly ran over and knelt in front of her, crying and shouting, "I know you have the ability, good daughter, let Ling return to normal after the game... We can't stand your troubles..."

Play? She raised her eyebrows and still thinks she is playing. She couldn't help but sneer, "I'm not playing. I gave you a chance. I gave it yesterday and I gave it seven years ago. I want to be your daughter, but you didn't give me a chance."

Looking closely at their appearance, they were much older than yesterday, and the arrogance surrounding their eyebrows disappeared, as if they were just ordinary people, who had never participated in the struggle of aristocratic people, and had never lived aristocratic life.

Shanshan suddenly felt a little breathless, as if her heart was being grabbed tightly, and she was about to be crushed into a ball, and she was struggling to death.

"I'm sorry, Shanshan." Ling's mother lowered her head, her voice looking so pale and powerless.

A burst of pain appeared in her heart, and Shanshan suddenly felt that she could not find her direction. Is this ending what she wanted? Is it called happiness that they kneel in front of them to admit their mistakes and make them suffer...

Why do you have to tell a right or wrong? What's the use of asking for this result?

Suddenly, the bump that had been hidden in my heart for seven years seemed to be untied in an instant, and I suddenly felt relieved.

"There are four million here. I can start your business again. I won't be detained by the mansion. I'll support the sky with your hands. I'm also sorry, I did it so extreme." Shanshan helped them up from the ground and smiled apologetically.

"Take good care of yourself, do you know if it's cold and wear more clothes?" Ling's mother trembled and took the check. Her eyes were filled with a little mist. She raised her hand and touched her face.

"I know, too, take good care of yourself." She tried her best to keep her voice calm, but she couldn't help but choke after speaking.

Shanshan stared at their far away back for a long time and couldn't take her sight back. In the strong wind, the figures they supported each other seemed to be a drop in the ocean, gradually moving away, and finally disappeared blurrily at the end of her sight and never came back.

Sorry, I have never given up loving you. It’s just that the way of love gradually loses its original appearance as time goes by.

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Chapter completed!