Those women still wanted to follow, but were forced back by the instructor's look.
There were many people in the training room, so Long Qianqian followed him out. The corridor was surprisingly quiet today, and she was brought into his office by Xuan Le.
"Xuan Le." Long Qianqian wanted to shake him off, but Xuan Le stopped and looked at her deeply.
"Qianqian, I know what you want to say. It's my intention to come here, but all the teachers have recognized your ability, so please don't be too aggressive, okay?"
Long Qianqian stared at him without saying a word. This kind of Xuanle made her feel so strange. He was a high-ranking fashion international president, and she was a small and incompetent low-level commoner.
Now the two of them may not even be friends anymore.
"Qianqian, don't stay silent. If you want to leave Yang, I will give you a hug without storms. I will support you in whatever you want to do."
"Xuanle, you have no idea what I want. Don't forget our original agreement. Don't do so much for me. I can't afford it."
All she wants is a friendship that won't change.
Xuan Le suddenly took her into his arms and pressed her against his chest. She heard the sound of his heart beating rapidly.
"Long Qianqian, I admit that I...have fallen in love with you. I don't need an equivalent return from you for my efforts. As long as you give me a little bit of your feelings for Gu Yicheng, that's all."
Xuanle, why did you say it? Isn't it better to keep it in your heart?
Long Qianqian pulled away from his embrace, her dark eyes full of sadness.
"Xuanle." She caressed her heart. "My heart can't hold so many people. I once wanted to be with Yicheng for the rest of my life. I can't forget that day when Long Henyang and I left. He was on the phone
He begged me not to go, not to leave him."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but choked up, and crystal tears welled up in her eyes.
"Long Henyang is a man who sticks to his word. He said he wanted Yicheng to die. I didn't dare to take the risk, so I didn't look back. I didn't expect that Yicheng would still die. Xuanle, I'm sorry, I can't accept you."
She turned around and left, leaving so decisively.
Xuan Le looked at the closed door, smiled bitterly, and swept everything on the desk down with a wave of his hand.
Long Qianqian, are you really unable to accept me because of Gu Yicheng? But why do I think you are because of Long Henyang?
Why are you and Long Henyang so ruthless, so ruthless that you don't give each other any hope?
After going to the training room to get her bag and exiting the door of Fashion International, Long Qianqian couldn't help crying.
The pain in her heart had been sealed away by her, but today, Xuan Le easily brought them out one by one, allowing her to continue to hurt.
She has already lost Gu Yicheng, and she doesn't want to lose Xuan Le again. Is it really impossible for men and women to be friends?
Lei followed behind, but did not dare to step forward. Seeing her walking slowly in a daze, he was afraid that something might happen to her, so he had to report to Long Henyang.
"Master, the eldest lady went to Fashion International and met Master Xuanle."
Long Henyang rubbed his forehead. "What did they say?"
"I don't know. The young lady is alone on the street now and looks very sad."
Long Henyang suddenly became energetic and ordered: "Follow closely, I will be there soon."
He can rest assured that Xuan Le is definitely not that important in Long Qianqian's heart, otherwise how could she be sad alone? Xuan Le is just being sentimental.
Long Qianqian walked aimlessly, and the hazy sky seemed to be about to collapse, suffocating her.