When we left, the president and vice president of the hospital saw Ming off in person.

They thanked and respected Ming.

After getting on the car, I said, "I didn't know you have such a good medical skill."

"I have rarely operated in the past two years. Today's operation was successful because I was lucky." Ming said, holding the steering wheel in both hands.

I knew it was not about luck.

I believed Ming was excellent because he worked hard.

Excellent people worked hard.

When he and I got to York, it was more than 10 p.m.

Ming took me to a hotel and booked two rooms.

The two rooms were adjacent.

He took me to the door and watched me enter and left.

After I entered the room, I used my charger to charge Daniell's cell phone.

Although I knew it was not good, I was very sad when I held his cell phone.

I suddenly felt as if I had never known Daniell well. I wanted to know what was in his cell phone.

After about two minutes, his cell phone turned on.

But it seemed that because the number had been stopped, there was no phone or SMS.

I touched the screen with my hand.

I needed to enter a four digit password.

I didn't hesitate to type Daniell's birthday.

It was wrong.

I entered 1111.

It was wrong.

The system reminded me twice that it was wrong. If I made another mistake, the phone would lock.

What should I do?

It was impossible for me to enter the correct password at one time.

But what was his password?

Would it be...

I entered my birthday 0409.

The screen soon lit up.

"Is it right?"

I looked at the screen and was stunned.

I never expected Daniell's cell phone code to be my birthday.

I remembered what I did.

I really regreted it. I should have fallen in love with him once.

In this way, at least he didn't regret when he died.

Daniell's phone was clean and had little software.

I clicked on Facebook. The login had expired.

There were no Facebook messages.

When I wondered if the phone had been cleaned up, I turned on the call log.

I found the last few calls to be a strange number.

And this number was familiar to me.

"Ward!"

I remembered it.

When I was with Sean, ward used that number to text me. He even contacted Daniell with this number!

What did he do to Daniell!

My heart was pounding. I suddenly felt that I had discovered something amazing.

I really wanted to call Ward and ask him.

But I knew I couldn't.

Now I was not qualified to fight Ward. If I called him and he knew Molly was dead but I was still alive, he might hurt me.

This person was not a good person at first sight.

I resisted the urge to call him.

I looked for other information on his cell phone.

His mobile phone had two software to log in, Email and Twitter.

The mailbox was clean.

And he only followed one person's account on Twitter.

I clicked on it.

I was suddenly very sad.

He followed me.

I never paid attention to this account.

When I clicked on his twitter, I found thousands of messages in it. His first tweet was released five years ago.

He wrote, "I saw her again today, and I was happy to hear her call me Daniell."

I continued to browse.

I found out that Daniell used this account to record his emotional experience.

When I saw a tweet he posted on April 8 five years ago, I knew he was talking about me.

Because the content was "tomorrow is her birthday. I bought her a bracelet but I don't know how to give it to her."

I remembered it.

On my birthday when I went back to the dormitory, the dormitory administrator gave me a box and said that someone asked her to give it to me.

I opened the gift and saw a beautiful silver bracelet inside.

There was also a small envelope in the box.

"Happy birthday."

His signature was C.

I never thought C was Daniell.

After all, he was the most popular person in our department. I dared not expect him to like me.

Now I thought if Daniell was bold and told me he liked me, maybe the end would be different.

I continued to browse.

I found that a few months before his accident, he tweeted, "I want to bet once. As long as I get the money, I can start a big company and be as good as her boyfriend. Maybe one day she will come back to me."

I had a hunch after seeing this tweet.

What Daniell said was probably related to his death.

What was it? I was afraid only Ward knew.

These things were enough to upset me.

I couldn't sleep.

I changed clothes and wanted to go out and buy something to eat.

As soon as I got downstairs, I found a lot of luxury cars parked in front of the hotel.

I stood by and saw some successful people in suits talking. There was a man in a matte suit and his hair was combed back. He was wearing a white shirt and a white tie and looked strange.

He was obviously a little haggard. The people around him were talking, but he was cold.

The corners of his mouth drooped slightly and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

I just looked at him from afar but my heart pounded.

I couldn't help muttering, "Sean, you think I'm dead. How do you feel now?"

Unfortunately, he couldn't hear my question, let alone answered me.

Then a white car came slowly. I recognized the car at a glance.

Cindy got out of the car in a light blue coat and walked to Sean.

Sean's eyes were a little dull. When he saw her, he seemed to be warmer.

Sean's marriage seemed to be happy.

Cindy came to pick him up in the evening.

When I stood there and looked at him, he suddenly looked in my direction!

I was shaking with fear!

I ran to the elevator!

As I was about to rush to the elevator, a man suddenly grabbed me from behind and pulled me to the stairwell!