The door has been locked from the inside. Needless to say, the other doors probably have the same result.
It was obvious that she had no intention of inviting them into her ancestral home.
Bai Yanbing remembered what she had told him before about the origin of this Jiang House. Inexplicably, his heart suddenly tightened.
She said that as a child of the Jiang family, even if she died, she would stay with this ancient house...
Jiang Zimo stood at the highest guardrail. She looked at the two people standing in the yard, and then, one after the other, threw two things at them.
What Bai Yanbing had in his hand was the snake-shaped bracelet that he personally gave him. What Murong Qingzhen got was the wedding diamond ring.
"These things, now, before I leave, I will return them to their original owners." She seemed to be drinking, and she was holding a tall wine glass in her hand. When she spoke, her voice rose slightly.
When Murong Qingzhen got the ring, he couldn't help but raise his head. He looked at her, at her domineering raised eyebrows, at the corners of her mouth slightly raised in disdain and sarcasm, at the corners of her charming and graceful eyes, he looked quietly,
Look hard.
It was as if under his quiet gaze, everything in her could turn into a thin stream, slowly flowing into the softness in her heart that had always been reserved for her.
The fireworks were still blooming in the sky, but in his heart, there was only boundless darkness. It turns out that the most cruel thing is not not having it, but losing it after having it, but knowing that what you have is not real.
It belongs to me, but I am still unwilling to give up.
"Azi, I..." He opened his mouth but stopped talking.
Now that everything is coming to an end, he can no longer be demanding, nor can he force the once bright warmth to save her from being hurt to a broken heart. He just hopes that her last scene in front of him will be engraved in his heart bit by bit.
.
Even if he is the lonely river and can only retain her illusory image, today's memory will become the sediment in his heart.
Bai Yanbing held the bracelet tightly in his palm. The coldness in his fingers finally turned into thorns. The pale and sad smile at the corner of her mouth finally made him have to let go inch by inch. At one point, he wanted to rush forward forcefully.
of fanaticism.
Azi...
Bai Yanbing shouted her name over and over again in his heart unwillingly, low, depressed, and desperate...
The pain he shouted was so painful that it penetrated into his bones, but he could no longer send out this dreamy cry from the tip of his tongue. His body stood upright like this, but never before did he feel that his feet were so desolate.
At this moment, his heart was desolate, even the wild vines and autumn grass were desolate without a trace.
The splendid fireworks finally stopped, and the bustling hustle and bustle came to an end. Jiang Zimo also slowly turned back, and she walked to the highest guardrail again, and then, in their locked gazes, she ignored
Lifting up her huge white skirt, she sat down on her own.
She did hold a wine glass in her hand, but it was filled with dark amber liquid. She inadvertently shook her slender wrist with white lace gloves, and then, after drinking the liquid in the glass, she looked up and drank the liquid in the glass wantonly.
He threw the empty quilt aside.
The slight sound of glass breaking on blue bricks and tiles was not clear in the night sky.
But Bai Yanbing suddenly remembered that when they first met, that night in his villa, she also used this posture, shaking the drink in her hand, and then shook her head and told him such a heart-wrenching story.