It's a big world, and I just love you

Chapter 961

She did not have a lot of impressions when she was a child. She only remembered that she often sat on her father's shoulder and asked him to ride her horse.

At that time, Xia Hua was on the rise in her career, but she was always unconditionally spoiled in the face of her beloved daughter. Even when she went out to talk about business, she would take her with her.

She is the apple of Xia family's eye, a little princess who grew up in the palm of Xia Hua's hand.

She heard Xia's former servant talk about that her father often looked at her sleeping in a daze, as if worried about the sudden disappearance of his beloved baby, even to sleep.

"It seems that not only do you love your father, but your father also loves you." Yang Muya looks at Xia Changyue and reaches out to touch her hair.

Two people walk out of the theater side by side. Xia Changyue looks at her lonely figure and can't help asking.

"Why do you like stage plays?"

She remembers that Yi Haiyin mentioned to her that in this year, no matter which city Yang Muya goes to, she will go to the local theater. Her rigid itinerary seems to be fulfilling an agreement with someone else.

"Because I can't put it down." Yang Muya steps and looks up at the sky overhead.

The stars all over the sky are shining with palpitating light.

Yang Muya looked at it for a long time before she opened her mouth in a soft voice. The voice was ethereal and seemed to come from the sky.

"A man told me when I was young that he would take me on a trip. When he passed a city, he would go in to see the stage performances there, walk out of the theater, and stand in the square and look at such a beautiful night sky..."

Yang Muya fell into memory, her beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

She always remembers the appointment. She even thinks whether he will remember it, so no matter where she goes, she has to find the local theater to see a performance.

Even, he will deliberately choose his favorite script, thinking that maybe one day, they can meet again in the place where they once held hands.

But she has gone to so many cities and watched so many performances. Every time, she looks at the people inside at the door and comes out one by one, but she never sees his figure.

She sometimes comforts herself, perhaps because they have been separated for too long, she can't remember his appearance, so she can't recognize him.

As long as she sees more performances, she will be able to meet him again

"Do you still love him?" Xia Changyue's lips were opened by ghosts and gods. She spoke out and then returned to God. She wished to slap himself in the face.

Knowing that the man Yang Muya is looking for is dead, why should he ask such a question.

Just about to apologize, Yang Muya suddenly turned around and looked at her.

"Love, he's the only man I've ever loved, but I hate him even more, for 24 years! I always dream that if I find him, I will go forward without hesitation and give him a slap

Yang Muya's eyes became cold and full of hatred.

But soon, disappeared, leaving only endless loneliness.

"He ruined my life. I thought I would like to tear him to pieces, but I felt sad to know that he was dead..." Yang Muya's voice choked slightly, pouring out the emotion, like the flood burst.

"Girl, don't worry about your jokes, I'd rather he live happily, let me continue to hate, at least, one of the two people is good enough."

“…… I believe he loves you Xia Changyue looked at her collapse, unconsciously stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes.