Lush locust trees were planted around the courtyard, and the lush branches and leaves blocked the sunlight tightly. The dark courtyard was indescribably eerie and strange. It was obviously an early summer morning, but Xiaoxiao shivered with the cold.
As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw Duan Yichen standing in the middle of the courtyard. She grinned and ran over, "Why do you want me to come here?"
His long eyes looked at her intently, with dark waves rippling slightly, revealing his deep attachment.
He raised his hand and wanted to touch her cheek, but he took it back abruptly after hearing the sound of the wheelchair behind him.
Turning around, "Second brother."
Xiaoxiao was shocked suddenly, and slowly, little by little, she poked her head out from behind Duan Yichen...
The elegant man in the wheelchair tried his best to suppress his excitement. His affectionate eyes seemed to be telling the sweet past between the two. He stopped the wheelchair and could not take his eyes away from Xiaoxiao for a long time, "Yingying..."
Second brother, his legs are disabled...
Xiaoxiao covered her mouth in disbelief, he was...
"Duan Yunyan?!"
Duan Yunyan smiled a bit obscurely, "I can't believe you still remember me."
Xiaoxiao looked at Duan Yichen in surprise, "What's going on?"
Duan Yichen took a deep breath, looked back, and stared at her without any warmth, "You see an old friend, don't you want to reminisce about the past?"
"Reminiscing about old times?" Xiaoxiao seemed to smell something strange.
"Haha," Duan Yunyan chuckled. His originally surprised expression was now filled with sadness, "Sixth brother, don't force her. Anyone who sees a disabled person will be disgusted."
Duan Yichen gritted his teeth, faced Xiaoxiao, his eyes turned cold, "In the future, you will live here."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
The cuffs of his sleeves were suddenly pulled. He frowned, forced himself to be cruel, and looked back at her coldly.
"Duan Yichen, if I were not Lin Moying, would you still push me to other men?"
She was smiling, trying very hard, but her smile was pale and weak.
A trace of pity exploded in his heart.
If she wasn't Lin Moying, would he let her go?
He smiled cruelly and pushed her hand away, "We have no 'if'."
Duan Yunyan, who was sitting quietly in his wheelchair, had a panoramic view of everything.
"boom!"
The door was mercilessly closed. Only she and Duan Yunyan were left in the empty yard.
Xiaoxiao was stunned on the spot, her heart seemed to be hollowed out at that moment.
Suddenly, she rushed to the door, beat it desperately, and yelled, "Duan Yichen! You bastard! Idiot! Coward! I am not your tool to make up for your guilt!"
Tears of humiliation burst into her eyes, blurring her vision, "Ask your own heart! Is this what you want?! You will regret it! You will regret it -"
Outside the door, Duan Yichen narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. When he heard her cry, his heart felt as if someone had cut out a piece of flesh. The pain was suffocating. He wished he could rush in and take her away immediately and tell her
, no matter whether your name is Lin Moying or not, he will never let go!
But……
he can not.
Suddenly, he used Qing Kung, and saw the white figure flicker, and the person disappeared.
Uncle Liu shook his head helplessly, couldn't bear to glance at the closed door, and sighed, "These are all debts from the previous life..."
Xiaoxiao cried and slid down, leaning against the door helplessly, "Duan Yichen, you are a coward..."
In front of him, a hand appeared, like the hand of a scholar, with fair skin, sharp knuckles, slender, and boney.
He raised his head and looked at the owner of that hand through his foggy eyes.
"Yingying," Duan Yunyan smiled, "we can finally be together."