His deep blue eyes quietly stared at He Meixin鈥檚 face, which was covered in puffs of smoke. Then, his eyebrows suddenly knitted together as he grabbed the cigarette in He Meixin鈥檚 hand and threw it onto the ground.

She Meixin, who was in heaven a moment ago, was naturally dissatisfied after her tools were taken away from her. She abruptly stood up from the bed and was about to pounce over and pick it up.

Seeing this, Ye Si Ze took the initiative to step on the other half of the cigarette under his feet.

"This is poison, you want it as well?" His eyes were fixed on her incomparably painful expression, and his perfect contours were slightly wrinkled together.

"What poison?" This is clearly a painkiller. " Seeing that half of the lifesaving cigarette being stepped on under his foot just like that, He Mei鈥檚 heart was filled with a sense of desolation.

"Don鈥檛 you even know how to taste marijuana in this cigarette?" How stupid was this woman? Even if he had never eaten pork before, he should have seen pigs walk before. Why didn鈥檛 he even have this much common sense? How can cigarettes have an analgesic effect?

"What did you say?" His words caused He Meixin鈥檚 expression to suddenly freeze. She stood up and looked at him with a lifeless gaze.

"Do you want to continue? I can give it to you if you need it. " As he spoke, he tossed the pack of cigarettes in his pocket in front of her.

"Ha, haha ..." She Meixin laughed, tears flowing down her cheeks ...

So, she said, why can cigarettes stop pain?

She had taken drugs, she had taken drugs, and she was addicted.

The smell of drugs was too much for her, and now they were right in front of her, and she could reach out and get them.

"Demon, you demon, why didn鈥檛 you just kill me? What hatred do I have with you? "Why did you do this to me without killing me?" She rushed in front of him and screamed at him, clutching at his clothes.

"I won鈥檛 let you die. At the very least, you must live now." He did not react to her rage at all. Her ice-cold face was so beautiful that even a woman would not be able to resist feeling jealous.

"Do you really think you can stop someone from dying?" She Meixin鈥檚 eyes turned completely red. She felt that her life vein had been firmly grasped by him before he dragged her into hell. He wanted her to be beyond redemption, so she refused to let him do as she pleased.

"Others can鈥檛 do it, but you ..." He sneered.

She Meixin hated his smile to the core. She suddenly stood up, bent down deftly and reached for his waist, then pulled out the pistol on his waist and held it in her hand.

It was unknown whether Ye Si Ze鈥檚 reaction was really slow or if he did it on purpose, but he didn鈥檛 seem to have the slightest intention of stopping her, allowing her to take away his gun.

After snatching the pistol, She Meixin tightly clenched it with her trembling hands. The spearhead only wanted to look at Ye Si Ze, revealing a crazed smile on her face.

"Do you still think you can stop me?" She imitated his sneer and asked him harshly.

"What do you think?" He didn鈥檛 seem to mind at all as he slowly walked towards her.

"Don鈥檛 come over, I鈥檒l shoot if you move a bit." She Meixin saw him walk towards her and immediately shouted at him like a startled deer.

"Shoot, this way." He didn鈥檛 hear her threats at all. Instead, he hastened his steps and rushed in front of her. Before she could even react, he used his chest to firmly press against the muzzle of the gun.

"No ..." If she couldn鈥檛 do it, how could she shoot? How can you kill people? How could she let her baby have a mammy who had killed? No, absolutely not ...

Shaking her head with all her might, she abruptly retracted her spear, pressing it against her temple and staring wide-eyed at Ye Si Ze. "Don鈥檛 come back."

"Do you really have the courage to shoot?" He stopped and looked at her steadily.

Why didn鈥檛 he have the courage?

She Meixin closed her eyes tightly, the only thing that appeared in front of her was that innocent smile of He Yimeng.

When she was five months old, in her apartment in Los Angeles, in the winter, with the snow outside her window, she turned on the heat and put her on the thick wool carpet in the living room and watched him crawl around the room.

When he was a year old, also in Los Angeles, on summer nights, she staggered around the small yard outside the apartment building chasing fireflies, throwing a dog into the mud and crying until her eyes and nose were wet.

When she was three years old, still in Los Angeles, in the autumn dusk, she wore a small dress with a bow. She took out a handmade, badly made sage ring from her pocket and put it on her little finger, telling her, "Mommy, I鈥檒l give you a beautiful ring for your birthday every year. I hope Mommy will be happy forever."

When she was four years old, in Y City, she often helped her mother deal with problems that bothered her. Occasionally, the extremely serious and serious young man would say resentfully, "Ms. He, you can鈥檛 go on like this ..."

But when she was five? Could she see him when he was five? Could she spend her fifth birthday with her? Can you still hear her childish voice calling her Mommy?

Tears silently rolled down her cheeks. In this world, she could leave anything behind, but how could she leave her treasure behind?

This baby that she had spent so much effort on, this baby that had been born in a foreign land thousands of miles away, this baby that had wiped her tears after she had suffered so much, would tell her, "Mommy won鈥檛 cry, I鈥檒l protect you." The precious thing that accompanied her in her most painful moments and gave her an angelic smile ...

She couldn鈥檛 let go of the gun. The longing in her heart poured out like a fountain. With a loud roar, she smashed the gun onto the ground and sat down, looking dejected.

"Darling, you must miss Mommy so much. Mommy has let you down, Mommy can鈥檛 go back to your side, Mommy really misses you ..." As she cried, her hands tightly hugged her legs. Her body was curled up as she muttered to herself ...

She missed home so much, she missed her darling, she missed Wu Wei, she even missed Huo Jiu鈥檚 family heirloom so much ...

Now, no matter who it was, as long as they could appear before her and bring her away, it would be fine ...

She wanted to leave this place and return to her own home. She no longer needed to be afraid, helpless, or enduring the threat of death. But, who could take her away? Who could?

Ye Si Ze didn鈥檛 understand He Mei Xin鈥檚 Chinese. He didn鈥檛 know what she was mumbling about, but seeing her crying so sorrowfully, the expression on his face darkened.

He won this round. He was right, she wouldn鈥檛 commit suicide.

However, it wasn鈥檛 because he didn鈥檛 have the courage, but because he couldn鈥檛.