"It turns out that you are still needed," Su Zhetuo looked at Qinglan coldly, "You are worth the price of two years as a couple." He said it ruthlessly and unintentionally, as if he didn't want to hurt her.
As if he would never give up after creating a hundred holes, Xiang Qinglan's body trembled, tears welled up in his eyes, and then he quickly broke to the ground. It turned out that two years, two years of love, two years of care,
This money can buy it. His money can't buy her love, it can't be bought. In fact, she can pick up the money on the ground right now and throw it back in his face with the same arrogance.
However, she never did this in the end. He was right, they really needed a lot of money.
And her silence only deepened Su Zhetuo's sarcasm towards her. He turned around and walked out. Only he knew that at this time, his heart felt as uncomfortable as being pinched by someone else.
Until his figure disappeared outside their door, Qing frowned her beautiful eyebrows tightly, he didn't understand, really didn't understand.
"Lan, why, we can make money, but we don't want his." Xiang Qinglan let go of his hand, slowly squatted on the ground, and picked up the money one by one.
"Lan, I hate you," Qing turned around, not wanting to see her in such a humble state.
And Xiang Qinglan made a clear sign of her body, clenched her fingers, and then opened them. In the end, she was still picking up the money on the ground, and sat back on the sofa. This time, she didn't look at her.
But he didn't see the series of water droplets on the ground falling from her eyes.
This was not the first time. Is it worth it for her to exchange her dignity for these things? She didn't know, but she never regretted it, not last time, nor this time.
However, her heart really hurt. She covered her chest and looked out the window. The brightness was slowly replaced by darkness. Was the sunshine in her life about to disappear?
Qing has been ignoring her. No matter how good she is, he is no longer even willing to say a word to her. She has no voice, and Qing, who is still here, is not willing to give her the only light in her world.
His voice, and now there was only a lonely silence left in her world.
Without her own voice, her world is just silent. But without her clear voice, her world seems to be deserted.
At night, Qing fell asleep with his back to her for the first time, very far away from her, as if there was something dirty on her body, which made him unbearable. Xiang Qinglan just looked at his back and opened his mouth.
Her eyes slowly became tinged with color, like petals falling off one by one. In the end, there were only bare branches, swaying in the wind from time to time. She felt helpless and thin, and somewhere in her heart was always
It was painful. That little pain made her lifeless.
She turned around, and she learned to turn her back to him. She could bear the sadness alone, and there was really no need for other people.
She kept the money well. If one day, he remembered everything, then that money would allow him to go home. Even a home without her.