Alas, when did I, Zhou Han, have to talk to women in a low voice? What a stinky woman, I still don’t know my blessings despite my blessings!
"Will she... really forgive me?" Xia Xia wondered, "I think she will still be sad when she sees me..."
"I'll say it again, you're not wrong, it's me who is wrong!" The stinky woman, I have said this so many times but she still can't change her mind, "As long as she can face it bravely, the sadness is only temporary and she will get better gradually, you know?
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"Oh..." Xia Xia finally faced the makeup artist obediently. Xia Qingyou, as long as you are happy, I am willing to do anything.
The melodious waltz echoed throughout the venue. Zhou Han was still surrounded by a bunch of people. Xia Xia was really tired from stepping on 10-centimeter high heels. She leaned into Zhou Han's ear and whispered softly, "I'm going to the bathroom~"
Zhou Han also whispered to her, "Don't even think about running away. Come back right away. If you're tired, just sit aside for a while!"
Xia Xia came out of the bathroom and happened to bump into Xia Qingyou, "Qingyou..." Xia Xia called her by name directly, maybe she was used to calling her in private.
"Xia Xia!" Qingyou also called her directly, "I just saw that you and Zhou Han were entertaining so many people, so I couldn't go over to say hello to you."
"Haha, they are all friends with Zhou Hanpan, so it's not interesting. Qingyou, congratulations!"
"Thank you, how about we find a place to sit? It's hard to see you walking~" Qingyou went over to help Xia Xia.
"Okay, I'm really not used to wearing such high shoes..." Xia Qingyou's hands were so cold, "Can I go to the art exhibition? I want to see it."
"Okay, right next to it~"
There is no one in the art exhibition hall now, and Nuo Da's gallery is so quiet that there is an echo even when you walk.
Xia Qingyou explained the story behind each painting. Xia Xia looked at the living paintings and suddenly felt sad.
"Qingyou, I see the shadow of Zhou Han in these paintings..." Xia Xia said bluntly, "Did you think about him during the five years you were in the United States?"
Qingyou smiled, "Haha, I didn't expect that you are my soulmate! I relied on these paintings to survive in the United States. I think about his appearance every day, draw a stroke and think about it..."
Xia Xia stared at Xia Qingyou blankly, deeply shocked by her words.
"Xia Xia, we all love this man, but you are much luckier than me. You got him easily!" Qingyou stopped smiling, her face gradually darkened, and she faintly said the words she had buried for a long time, "This time
The paintings in the exhibition are exactly what I have missed for Zhou Han in the past few years, but I have nothing now, and all my efforts over the years have been in vain. If it were you, would you be willing to do so?"
Xia Qingyou stared at Xia Xia, with a cold light in her gloomy eyes, "I don't regret leaving five years ago, but I regret why I didn't come back earlier. As long as I come back half a year earlier, just half a year, our love can be restored
Perfect."
"Xia Xia..." She laughed again, "It only took you half a year to snatch away the man I had loved for 12 years..."
Qingyou's impression on Xia Xia has always been that of Qingshui Hibiscus. Xia Xia is a little scared of her like this, "Qingyou...I'm sorry, I didn't want to do it either!"
Xia Qingyou said that the closer he got to Xia Xia, the more confused he became, "No need to apologize to me, it's useless. Can you return Zhou Han to me? Even if it's just him, I don't mind!" She lowered her head and laughed at herself.
, "Haha, no, Zhou Han doesn't want me, what's the use of me telling you..." Xia Qingyou backed away and shook her head.
"Are you... okay?" Xia Xia was worried and stepped forward to help her.
Qingyou shook off Xia Xia's hand, "I don't need your support, I don't need anyone, I just want Zhou Han..." Qingyou cried and squatted down.
Xia Xia was stunned. She was at a loss. Oh my god, how could things be like this? What she told Zhou Han was obviously two different things. The Xia Qingyou in front of her was clearly a woman who had been severely injured and could not heal...