I can only let all the lingering past, all the tenderness and sweetness be buried in the deepest part of my memory, and even the pain can no longer find an excuse.
"What are you going to say to me? Why don't you..." She softly uttered the last two words, holding them on the tip of her tongue, but paused calmly.
And he didn't rush her. The more anxious he appeared, the more likely he would get what she wanted. Then she would have more pleasure in keeping her appetite high but not vomiting.
"I suddenly don't want to tell you anymore." She finally said it, her voice full of laughter contained teasing, contempt, and ridicule, but it was not the answer she should have.
Murong Qingzhen's eyes darkened, but she smiled instead of angry. She smiled calmly and clearly, silently, and a little bitterly: "Azi, if I say 'I'm sorry!' to you now, will it be too late?"
If she chooses to defend, will he have no choice but to take the initiative?
If there must be harm, should the cruelty begin with her and end with him?
Because he couldn't let go. Since he couldn't let go, he would willingly accept no matter how much harm and torture he suffered...
On the other end of the phone, he was answered by silence, and all sounds seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Jiang Zimo's fingers holding the phone felt a slight pain, yes! It was her fingers, not her heart. She had no heart anymore. How could she still feel something that had been broken long ago?
She smiled charmingly and her voice was clear, but the dry land in her heart was trembling slightly. The withered flower branches on it had not yet rotted cleanly, and the sour and fishy smell was like a demon, tormenting every inch of her life day and night.
.
He actually said "I'm sorry!" to her on the phone!
sorry?
She couldn't help gritting her teeth, but the corners of her mouth felt a little salty.
"Murong Qingzhen, there is such a word in your dictionary? What is sorry? I don't understand."
"Azi..." Murong Qingzhen's voice was light and cool, as if helpless, a little distressed, infinitely painful, and reluctant to give up.
If life is just like the first time we met, why is it that the autumn wind draws a fan with sadness, it is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change.
Life is short. If we could really see each other as they were for the first time, he and she should have been childhood sweethearts bathing in the sun. How could they be covered with scars and deep-seated hatred?
It was he who first walked out of the warm sunshine in her heart, it was he who withdrew his smiling eyes, it was he who turned around and left her a lonely and indifferent back, and it was he who finally pushed her into despair and a struggle to pieces.
But now, he can only use an apology to cover up his inner guilt and regret.
After waiting for a long time, Murong Qingzhen did not make any sound. Only sporadic noises could be heard from the place where he drove past.
The words that came out of her lips became softer and softer, as soft as the tender willow branches for the first time. They could be blown away by the breeze: "Qingzhen..." She called his name, the soft words
The voice seemed to melt the steely will of the man in the microphone, as if during love last night, the slender jade fingers were gently scratching the softest part of his heart with translucent pink nails.
"Azi, I want to see you. No matter what, please let me see you again." He spoke firmly before she could say anything else.
"Azi, no matter how much you hate me, please let us meet again." He requested softly and persistently, and his slightly trembling voice revealed the expectation and longing that he had tried to hold back.