"Back then, I got close to you, even though it was for fun, but I never wanted to hurt you. You said you liked to lose money because you really treated me well. I just started acting, and you knew this fact, so you started acting too.
. Over and over again, we still hurt each other. Yumo, I'm sorry. You are right, there is no loss in this world. The one you like loses money, because she can make you forget Ying'er temporarily, right? "At this moment,
I know Yang Yumo more or less.
He said he likes me, which is true. But liking is not the same as love. It cannot replace love. That's why looking up to Yumo makes me sad.
If I could really make Yang Yumo forget Ying'er and replace her, I don't know if Yang Yumo wouldn't be as painful as he is now. It's because the woman he loves can't wake up, so he is in pain.
"Yes, so I thought it wouldn't be a bad idea if you had the ability to make me fall in love with you. In this way, one day I can let go of Ying'er. I stubbornly wanted to get her, so I caused her pain and let her live in the dark.
I have been tortured for a long time. Now I place all my hopes on you, Fei Yi, and you have to live up to your expectations. This will not only save you and your little fan, but also save me, and even more, Ying'er. In this way, we will all
Freed." Yang Yumo finally expressed his truest thoughts deep in his heart.
I took a deep breath and forced a smile and said: "You said that, I am under great pressure. However, I will try my best. At this moment, I believe that my little fan can be saved."
Even if I can't make Yang Yumo fall in love with me, maybe he can see that I have tried hard enough and let him show mercy and save my little fan's life.
"It depends on whether you have the ability or not." Yang Yumo didn't give me hope. It seems that I really have to work hard and work harder.
I followed Yumo to the study, where I sat not far away and watched him handle official business.
Yang Yumo's serious look is very good-looking. His black hair hangs disobediently on his chest, and the hair on his forehead is full of evil spirits. His thin lips are lightly pressed, and his nose is straight, showing his stubbornness. He looks at him with phoenix eyes.
With the thin curtain in front of me, I couldn't see the expression in his eyes. I don't know if he was more gentle or more focused.
He raised his head and met my eyes. Even so, I still couldn't see into his eyes.
Unconsciously, I gave him a gentle smile, thinking of him as my little fan. When I look at my little fan, I will show this rare tenderness.