"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.
On the other end of the phone, she opened her mouth wide. She should have refused, should have ridiculed sarcastically, and should have responded calmly, but her heart was trembling, as if all her strength had been drained away.
His "I'm sorry!" didn't make any waves in her heart, but all he said was "meeting" made her whole thoughts blur into a ball.
In the long silence, there was only a blank waiting in the phone. Jiang Zimo had been sitting on the roof of Jiangzhai with her mobile phone in a daze. The night wind blew her long hair, and the thin silk could not withstand the cold.
When warm tears dripped down her collarbone, she responded almost numbly: "Okay."
Then, Bai Yanbing, who had remained silent during the three-way call, actually responded: "Azi, wait for me."
Ha... After putting down the phone, she really couldn't help but laugh.
people!
Wouldn’t it hurt again if you lose your heart?
people!
Wouldn’t it be true that if you hate yourself to the extreme, you won’t have tears anymore?
But at this moment, she only felt the pain in her heart completely explode at this moment, blowing the other person into pieces and herself into smoke and dust.
The corners of his eyes were sore, and grief and collapse were rushing like a tsunami.
A soft tear buried deep in the eye slowly slid down the cheek and reached the corner of the mouth. It turned out that tears... are so painful!
Reaching out to tidy up her long hair that had been blown by the wind, she pulled the long wedding dress behind her. Sitting on the carved purple nanmu armchair, Jiang Zimo gently closed her eyes, and thoughts came to her mind.
The pure and gentle beauty of my mother.
She looked at the night sky and remembered the song from her childhood. It turned out that the bright little stars really blinked...
Bai Yanbing and Murong Qingzhen arrived at Jiangzhai at about the same time. From a distance, they saw the white figure standing on the rooftop at the top of the third floor. The long lace wedding dress was blown away by the night wind.
, the delicate pearl pendant shone with a little bit of cool light. That slight light, against the thick black night as the background, made both of them feel shocked.
It seemed that Jiang Zimo also saw their arrival, because she quickly walked to the wooden guardrail and pointed at the night sky with her finger. Then, she slowly squatted down. After a while, the silent night sky
Magnificent fireworks exploded in the middle.
Fireworks bloomed brightly beside Jiang Zimo. The Qing-style Huizhou architectural style of Jiang's house, with blue bricks, white walls and green bamboos, looks like an exquisite outline in the night from a distance.
And her petite white figure stood at the highest point of the ancient building, hovering under the starry sky. Even if she wore that beautiful and luxurious diamond tiara on her head, it could only look incomparable against the rich and dreamy background.
The quietness and loneliness.
Murong Qingzhen and Bai Yanbing both stopped moving forward, and at the same time, they both felt a strange atmosphere and a quietly approaching suffocation.
Although the upper and lower floors of the huge Jiang residence were brightly lit, not a single person was seen walking around.
Murong Qingzhen had sent her a lot of bodyguards before, and these people were quite skilled, but now, he could not find them.