Ashley's eyes suddenly narrowed, every breath felt like it was burning… Ashley, you want freedom, you want happiness, don't dream about it for the rest of your life. Does a murderer deserve happiness?

She opened her mouth, wanting to refute: ​​I'm not a murderer. I didn't kill Gina,


But immediately, the words came to her mouth, and stuck in her throat… No, she's a murderer, she owes a life, Milan… didn't say anything wrong. She's just like that.

Does a murderer deserve happiness?

Yes, yes, does a murderer deserve happiness? Lorne lost his life because of her, it was a young life.


What she owes, she can't repay in this life.

 On her face, the complexion suddenly disappeared, her lips were pale, revealing a blue color, tremblingly saying: "Milan, you are right, people like me, still have the ambition of freedom, that is the biggest mistake." As for happiness, it is even more ambitious.


Milan's cold and stern words stabbed into her heart like a knife.

Admitting it herself, Ashley also stabbed another knife into her heart.

Her body stiffened as if all her strength had been drained in an instant, she weakly leaned on his shoulder, letting Milan hug her,

Milan, you won again... Ashley slowly closed her eyes, hiding the pain in her eyes.

"Don't spend the rest of your life cursing Gina." The man's voice gently said: "What other life do you have?"  All of her life belonged to him and had nothing to do with anyone else… In his heart, he added this sentence.

But he didn't know, it had deeply hurt her.

The corner of her mouth curved up, "Yes, Milan is right."  Wanting to fight that broken heart cursed Gina like that, and to see her broken heart, in the end still unable to utter a single sentence 'What kind of life do I have left", hiding all the hatred and resentment deep in her heart.

What kind of life did she have left… What kind of life did she have left, that could let her hate and resent Gina?

Then, this hatred and resentment, could she not hate and resent anymore?

Today, she had mustered up all her courage to fight, but in the end, she was so tired that she had no strength to fight.

Milan, I give up, I will not fight anymore, I am so tired that I have no strength left, I have no strength left to fight, no more.

A resigned thought, appeared in her mind, she thought, she would not struggle anymore, she would be like a puppet, wait until he hated everything, wait until he did not even look at her anymore, then throw her into a dark, dusty corner, at that time, she could naturally escape.

"Ashley, don't curse Gina anymore, she's dead, and you're still alive, because of a dead person, you make yourself bitter and cruel, pitiful, not worth it." A dead person, not worth it for this cursed woman to become bitter and cruel, not worth it.

Ashley was slightly stunned, for a moment, she seemed to hear the concern in Milan's words, but... how could this be? She pursed her lips slightly, the left half of her face was numb with pain, and her heart was sinking into the deep sea, cold to the bone.

Immediately, Ashley felt her body flying high, still not understanding the situation, unconsciously, she reached out, hugging the man's neck tightly.

Feeling the strength of those hands tightly hugging his neck, Milan's thin lips curved slightly, hugging the woman in his arms tightly, slowly walking out of the ward: "Leave the hospital."

The man hugged the woman, walking towards the elevator.

"I can walk by myself." Ashley finished speaking and wanted to go down.

But the man who was hugging her still hugged her tightly: "Be good."

Ashley in his arms, under this gentleness, unconsciously trembled, her eyes revealed fear, not daring to move.

Milan put Ashley on the passenger seat, and bent down to fasten the seat belt: "I'll take you back to the dormitory."

The whole way, Ashley's nerves were tense... She was afraid of this person.

The following days seemed to have not changed at all.

 When it was time to get off work, Meadow took the checks and gave them all to Ashley.

"Meadow, thank you." Ashley did not refuse, she would keep this money carefully, wait until Milan got tired of this tiring game, and she would take the money, leave here, leave far away, never to return.

Ashley walked out of Meadow's office, put away the money and checks, carefully and cautiously put them in her pocket, Ashley respectfully touched them... Lorne, this is the key to our dream of City A., wait for me, Lorne, your dream, I will try to complete it.

She thought again, Lorne's ashes were still in the funeral home... Lorne, wait for me. I will personally take you to City A, to see the blue sky and white clouds in a rare luxury, after work today, Ashley called a taxi.

Downstairs in the dormitory, the taxi stopped there, Ashley got out of the car, carefully holding the bag in her hand.

 After paying the fare, she immediately went upstairs.

In the extremely quiet corridor, she was used to going home late at night, having to walk in such a quiet corridor.

While walking, she took out the dormitory key, raised her head, and saw the person standing in front of the dormitory door, under the dim light of the corridor, shining on the two figures, Ashley was startled, and the key in her hand also fell to the ground.

Looking at the two people standing in front of the dormitory door, time seemed to stop.

Opening her mouth, she wanted to shout the names of the two people she hadn't seen for a long time, but in the end... lowered her head, and softly said: "Hello, sir, madam."

These are her father and mother.

But she couldn't call them father and mother anymore.

She lowered her head, not wanting the two people in front of her to see her miserable appearance today.

She tried to appear calm, but those words were stuck in her throat, betraying the intense turmoil in her heart.

Mrs. Ezra immediately asked, "Ashley, are you okay?" Mrs. Ezra was very beautiful, even in the dark, her temperament was still so warm, seeing Ashley, Mrs. Ezra's eyes were red, and that also made Ashley's eyes sting.

In the very quiet corridor, Ashley did not immediately answer Mrs. Ezra's question, she lowered her head, wanting to hide this head in her chest, her hands hanging down, her five fingers trembling unconsciously.

Mr. Fletcher stretched out his face, his gaze firm, placed on the girl in front of him, in this corridor, afraid of making noise to the neighbors, would lose face, otherwise, at this moment, he also wanted to slap Ashley.

This crime also knows how to lose face. Still not daring to raise his head to look at them?