If you stay by Yang Yi's side at this moment and then leave after his body recovers, this will undoubtedly put him on the edge of death again and make him miserable again.

Therefore, it would be better for him to feel that he was cruel, and it would be better for him to hate herself for it. An Xuanyi felt that she could no longer give him hope and cause him pain.

In fact, maybe somewhere in her heart she felt that what Ni Kerer said was right. She didn't know how to love Yang Yi at all. In the past, what she loved was just a beautiful illusion, but she never gave anything to him.

I have to admit that compared to Ni Ker, although she loves unscrupulously, her love for Yang Yi is understandable. She loves more thoroughly and more selflessly.

An Xuanyi put on her slippers, stood in front of the window, looked at the stars in the sky, and said silently: Yang Yi, I hope you can be happy, and thank you for letting me love you.

Perhaps because her worries were over, An Xuanyi was no longer sleepy now. She suddenly wanted to take a look at Xuanyuan Yao, so she put on a coat and went out.

There was no one in the living room. She thought maybe he was dealing with something in the study, so she walked slowly. The door was not locked, but was just closed gently.

An Xuanyi opened the door with a smile. The lights in the room were bright, but there was still no sign of Xuanyuan Yao, but the laptop on the table was open.

The cup of latte next to the mouse was still warm. An Xuanyi picked it up and smelled it. The smell was very fragrant. She took a sip and sat casually in front of the computer.

"Hey, Yaoyao can also write lyrics?" His eyes casually swept across the screen, and a string of text on it came into view.

"The clear dew in the small pond ripples

Appearing round and round

That attachment is still withered by the breeze

Read the mutual dreams

Not as long as between heaven and earth

Every article emerges like youth

The sound of falling rain echoed with soft whispers

As beautiful as your beautiful sigh

Outside the city, the wet and dripping ground is filled with whispers

I found that you were indifferent and avoidant around me

A swan song of love that depends on who becomes a cocoon

I can’t go back whether I win or lose against you.

A song of understatement fills my breath

I look back at you from a desperate place."

The standard computer fonts should not have any emotions, but when An Xuanyi read it word by word, she felt that her whole body was emptied out.

Her mind went blank, but her heart ached so much that she couldn't breathe. She kept asking herself, why, why did she feel heartbroken, why did she feel that life would be worse than death?

He raised his trembling hand, gently slid his fingertips over the writing on the screen, and murmured to himself, "It's a beautiful song, love is nothing more than seeing who becomes a cocoon..."

flourishing?

It’s this name again. Is this song made for her? Did Yaoyao write it specifically for her?

Is this woman Yaoyao's former lover, but he said that he is the one he loves now, but what's going on with today's lyrics?

An Xuanyi bit her lip, resisting the throbbing pain in her heart, and read the following carefully while scrolling the mouse.

However, when she read on, she already regretted it. She wished she had not seen anything, at least she could still live in deception.

"The peach blossoms are blooming. Looking at the endless peach blossom forest, I think of the dance you danced for my birthday among the peach blossoms. It was astonishing and breathtakingly beautiful.

Qianqian, I really miss you by my side. We cling to each other, just like every day and night, I play the piano and you sing. Unfortunately, that song "Qianqian" became the last song.

I never dare to play "Qianqian" again, but its tune keeps lingering in my mind, as if to prove to me that you have left. Qianqian, I miss you so much."

…

"Qianqian, you have always been a foodie in my memory, but unfortunately I have not been able to cook you a meal. Now, I have learned cooking skills and can cook a table full of delicacies, but...

Haha, I still remember that at that time, you didn't touch Yang Chun Shui, but you were busy in the kitchen for a whole day, and in the end you almost burned down the kitchen.

If you were here now, you wouldn't have to cook. I would cook for you every day. As you said, to capture a person's heart, you must first capture her stomach. Now I can capture your stomach and

Are you worried?"

…

"I finally found you. Although you are a little different from before, I recognized you at a glance among the crowd.

You are arrogant, as unattainable as a queen, wearing a pair of sky-high shoes, but they are much prettier than the pair you made yourself last time.

I deliberately parked the car far away, and then when you walked onto the Feihong Entertainment Company Plaza, I suddenly rushed towards you, trying to attract your attention.

Qianqian, do you know that under your cold and arrogant expression, you still have that unshakable and infatuated heart? Seeing you staring at me with fascination, I really want to hold you in my arms and never let go."

…

Seeing this, An Xuanyi burst into tears. She no longer had the courage to drag the mouse. She felt scared and was afraid to know more about Xuanyuan Yao's love for Qianqian.

Unexpectedly, from the moment they met, he regarded her as another woman, that's why he said he loved her so unabashedly, and that's why he stalked her and moved into her home.

Now think about it, maybe Guoguo was not a picked-up child at all, but the child he had with the woman named Qianqian, but he deceived her.

An Xuanyi bit her lip, trying to force back the tears, but every cry turned into sobs, and the tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Xuanyuan Yao, how could he be like this, how could he break into her heart so openly, but he just loved another woman.

Those vigorous declarations of love, those meticulous and considerate care, those desperate and life-saving protections, it turned out that they did not belong to her, but to a woman named Qianqian.

An Xuanyi didn't know whether she should be grateful to Qianqian or hate Qianqian. Because of her, she received Xuanyuan Yao's care, but also because of her, she became a substitute for love.

At this moment, An Xuanyi felt extremely distressed, a thousand times more painful than when she saw Yang Yi and Ni Ker hugging each other on the bedside.

"Pa~", she slammed the computer cover, not wanting to see those dazzling words.

An Xuanyi was at a loss. She wiped away her tears and stood up and walked out as if running away. At this moment, she didn't know why she did this. Later she realized that she wanted to pretend not to know and continue to love.

Unfortunately, God did not give her such a chance. When she got up too quickly, she bumped into the bookshelf, and a stack of silk cloths in a box on it slowly flew down.

An Xuanyi reached out and grabbed randomly in mid-air, then hurriedly squatted on the ground to pick it up, but for some reason, she could never finish picking up the silk cloth.
Chapter completed!