Xia Qingge's words were like countless sharp knives, piercing Du Liaochen's heart... She thought... Shen Yake's death was her own fault... She didn't even give him a chance to explain. I decided that it was him who did it!
Du Qiaochen murmured: "Xia Qingge..." When all the explanations are in vain, what does that deep sense of despair feel like? It turns out to be so... scary, terrifying... At that time When he misunderstood that the child in her belly was a bastard, had she ever been so desperate and scared? It was as if a big hole had been opened in her heart, and it hurt, as if the whole world had come to her. At the end, there is no hope.
She said he would go to hell. This was the second time she said this. The last time he remembered was in Provence, when she saw bloody scenes and had nightmares at night, and said these words in a daze. .How did he comfort her and answer her at that time? He said that even if he went to hell, he would go with her, from the underworld to the blue sky, and she would never think of leaving him.
From Huangquan to Biluo, there are so many moving and touching words of love, but what comes out of his mouth is a little less tender and more domineering and proud. From Huangquan to Biluo, there are many touching vows... …
It's just a pity... I don't know when the tears in Xia Qingge's eyes have stopped. His eyes are dry, sharp, and cruel...
"The few people I care about in this world were killed one by one by you, Du Yuechen, right in front of me. Look, I am now living alone again. You are now Don’t you feel that you are particularly successful? Do you think that since I have nowhere to go and no one to rely on, I can just be your canary? Haha, you think that I have lost the things and people I care about. What else are you afraid of? You no longer have the capital to keep me, so don’t even think about it."
"Xia Qingge, if I said that what happened to Shen Yake was not done by me, would you believe it?"
Xia Qingge sneered, "It's funny, it's so funny." She also said the same thing, more than once, when he cruelly aborted her child, when he slandered her and Shen Yake's ambiguous relationship, but , how he answered, what answer he gave her...
Do you think I will believe it? Do you think I will believe it? This sentence is Du Caochen’s answer to Xia Qingge, his explanation to her and her children. He said he would not believe it, no!
A cold smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Xia Qingge's lips... which made Du Liaochen's heart tremble...
"Do you really think that the child is yours? Do you really think so? Are you so smart in vain?" Du Jiaochen's body suddenly shook!
Xia Qingge continued: "You really think that child is yours, right? Haha, how could it be? He has nothing to do with you at all. How could I let myself be pregnant with the child of someone I don't love? Together. It’s been so long, do you think it’s such a coincidence that you have a child at this time?”
"Du Qiaochen, you underestimate me and overestimate yourself too much. Do you think that someone will still stand there waiting for you after being severely hurt by you? No one will still stand after being hurt by you. It’s impossible for me to wait for you where you are!”
"Xia Qingge...you are angry with me with these words, right? None of what you said is true, right? Are you deliberately deceiving me by saying angry words?" Du Jiaochen cares who the child is. Yes, but what he cares more about is that if he really wants what she said, what reason does he have to keep her by his side? What reason does he have to ask for her forgiveness?
The sadness in Du Liaochen's eyes suddenly gave Xia Qingge a devastating sense of accomplishment. She just wanted to make him suffer!
Why is she the one who is getting hurt all the time? Why is she always being hurt by him? She has to pay him back for all the injuries she has suffered, the harm she has suffered, and the unknown sadness!
"Stop talking...Xia Qingge...please stop talking." Du Jiaochen shook his head in disbelief, holding his head in his hands, refusing to hear what Xia Qingge said that almost made him collapse.
"I have never loved you, never...Either let me go, or watch me wither little by little in this cage..." Xia Qingge almost exhausted his last bit of strength, his body was shaky, only this
In just one sentence, it seemed like I had exhausted the rest of my life's courage.
A sweet smell suddenly surged up in his throat. Du Qiaochen tried his best to suppress it, but the sweet smell still kept tumbling. I don't know whether he deliberately avoided Xia Qingge's questions and the answers he could give her, or he just didn't want to let her go.
She saw his weakness and helplessness at this moment.
He actually turned around, his back always straight. Even if he disappeared from Xia Qingge's sight, his back was still tall and straight, but Xia Qingge still read the loneliness, desolation, and sadness from his tall back...
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In the days since then, Du Yuechen has disappeared. He neither appeared nor gave her an answer, as if he was deliberately avoiding something. But Du Yuechen, things always need to have a result, what?
Have you ever become so unwilling to face reality, timid and afraid?
Do you think you can escape if you don't show up? Do you think I won't get your answer and will forget it as time goes by? Wrong, some hurts are impossible to forget because they have been deeply engraved in the bone marrow.
In my bones and blood, how could you forget it so easily? How could you forget it just by saying you forget it?
The relationship between us is no longer simply about who hurt whom, who owes whom, but has become irreversible...
Or have you also learned to deceive yourself and others? It’s so funny, when all the damage has been done, when everything is irreversible, you actually learned the words that I tried so hard to convince myself and deceived myself!
I don’t know if Du Caochen was really avoiding Xia Qingge’s question, or if he couldn’t bear to look at her sharp and hateful face. The next day after that, Du Caochen flew to the US headquarters for a meeting.
, leaving only one sentence, take good care of the young mistress, and rushed over in a hurry. He wanted to say something more, but he was met with an indifferent and expressionless face by Xia Qingge.
He swallowed back what he wanted to say, and finally opened his lips slightly, but was relatively speechless...
In the blink of an eye, it's summer again, and the weather has not yet reached its hottest period. Occasionally there will be wind, blowing warmly, and even people's hearts will be warmed by it. However, Xia Qingge's heart seems to be gone.
It will get warmer and never again...
This kind of weather inexplicably reminded her of the time when she first met Du Qiaochen. It was also this kind of weather. In this season, she was an enthusiastic girl, and she came to see him without knowing the heights and heights of the world. She still remembered that private room,
In the dim light, the elegant man is looming, high and unattainable.
Even the words he confided clearly made people crawl at his feet without dignity and let him trample their dignity. It was like giving some kind of irresistible order, making people feel inferior to ants in front of him and live in contempt.
She suddenly closed her eyes, as if she had thought of something, and the expression between her brows and eyes seemed to be struggling and painful, until there was a sound of gentle footsteps, and she stood still. For a long time, she did not open her brows, as if she already knew who was coming.
, with a very light tone, said: "You are here." The elegant long skirt was fluttering in the wind, and she wore a beige hollow knitted jacket. The originally slim waist was now even more slender.
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In the eyes of visitors, she still looks like a scene of an immortal. No matter what hardships she has gone through, what kind of pain and struggle she has experienced, she still looks calm and calm, but...
Xia Qingge suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the person standing in front of him. For a moment, he felt mixed emotions and the urge to cry loudly. In front of him, those well-covered and suppressed emotions seemed to suddenly appear.
was released, but she could not and could not show her current pain in front of him.
That look of hurt but trying to hide it was clearly more profound and moving than the last time he saw her. Her delicate and white face was clearly full of incomparable stubbornness.
"Are you okay?" He asked, the caution in his tone was clearly because he was afraid of touching her wounds, so he almost whispered it, but Xia Qingge's thoughts were filled with such words that he thought would be harmless.
flood.
He didn't ask her what happened, or how she could be like this? He just asked gently, are you okay? Are you okay? He was asking if she was okay? It had nothing to do with anything else. But she
It was obviously not good, not good at all. She lost her child, her heart and all the original paths. She fell in love with the wrong person, but this person was the murderer who caused her to lose everything. How could she be okay?
How can it be good?
Sometimes she almost drives herself crazy...
He was so careful to avoid her wounds, but the scars in her heart were still opened again. She couldn't forget it at all. Even if she just mentioned it inadvertently, the wounds that were already unrecognizable would start to drip with blood again.
Her eyes became blurred, her eyes were full of mist, she was choking, and she looked heartbroken. All the grievances and pains she had felt over the past few days were welling up. She was like a child who fell into the water, caught a piece of driftwood, and struggled to death.
When the man in front of him saw her sad look, he couldn't bear it anymore. It seemed that his whole body and mind were wet and painful from her tears...
She suddenly stood up from the swing and ran towards the sea of flowers not far away, her back firmly turned.
"Xia Qingge?" He screamed, but he was too late to catch her figure. He had to follow her closely, following her footsteps. He was afraid that if he was not careful, she would disappear in the huge field of flowers.
nautical miles.
"Xia Qingge?" He spoke again and stopped, because she also listened and turned around to face him. Behind her was a whole sea of flowers from the other side, blowing gently in the wind.
The hem of her skirt floated behind her in the wind.
"Don't be like this." Looking at her sad eyes, he suddenly didn't know what to say or what to comfort. The suffering this girl had endured could no longer be comforted by any words. No words could comfort her again.
Faced with misfortune, she seemed to be too idle.
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