Chapter 425 : Hei Xiaodie, you are such a cruel woman!
Disappointment and frustration made Wen Shijue feel extremely depressed.
It wasn't until Xiaodie's figure disappeared that Wen Shijue turned around.
On the messy big bed, the residual warmth of the two people's affectionate relationship is still there, and the breath of their bodies is still there. If one is not careful, everything that happened last night will appear in front of his eyes.
Then it was all over and she was gone!
In the notebook open on the desk, there is the explanation Xiaodie gave to him, but now he doesn't want to read it at all, and he doesn't want to understand the reason why she left.
Since you have already decided to leave, it doesn’t matter whether you explain it to yourself or not. You are going to leave anyway!
Since you have already decided to leave, it doesn’t matter what kind of explanation you give, you are going to leave anyway!
Wen Shijue shook his body and walked over, tearing up all the handwriting left by Xiaodie. Then he walked to the window and watched the pieces of Xiaodie's explanation flying down as the morning breeze blew up.
"Hei Xiaodie! You are such a cruel woman!" Wen Shijue whispered with too much pain and sorrow in his voice. After saying this, he pressed his lips tightly into a cold arc.
Line, don’t say another word.
Closing his eyes, what appeared in his mind was Xiaodie's face, with a frown and a smile, a frown and a pout that lingered in his mind.
What rang in my ears was Xiaodie's soft voice in her ear, Shijue, I love you... I love you, Wen Shijue...
What's even more hateful is that whenever Wen Shijue thinks of her, his body will feel it.
It was as if she was clinging softly to his body, her delicate lips right in front of him, waiting for him to pick up her beauty... And his body was tense with fatigue without knowing it, and he was anxious.
Want to enter her softness and tightness...
Wen Shijue was driven crazy by himself!
He turned around and swept all the things on the desk to the ground. Not content with the mess on the ground, he walked over and kicked those things away with his feet, kicking them away hard...
When Shen Yifan got into the car holding his grandfather's urn, snowflakes suddenly started flying in the sky, adding to the feeling of killing.
As the car drove to the cemetery, Shen Yifan was wearing black clothes and a snow-white cashmere scarf around his neck. The look on his face was so sad that it made people feel heartbroken.
The driver was an old attendant of Grandpa Shen Yifan, who had no other talents but loyalty.
As the car headed west, the cemetery was chosen by Shen Yifan just yesterday. There was originally a good mausoleum belonging to the Shen family, but Shen Yifan was afraid that someone would be disrespectful to the place where his grandfather was buried, so he temporarily chose a cemetery in Xishan Cemetery.
The snowflakes falling outside the car were getting bigger and bigger, and soon the outside was decorated into a world of chaos.
"It's snowing so heavily!" Shen Yifan looked out the car window with blurred eyes and whispered to himself.
His face was even more ethereal than the bright white sky. On that face that was once so full of energy, there was no trace of the vibrant color of life, nor was there any trace of sadness for the dead.
Everything is peaceful!
So peaceful and dull!
The old driver let out a long sigh, with a lot of helpless emotions.
He had been following Shen Yifan's grandfather for decades and had seen the Shen family's most powerful period. However, what he didn't expect was that everything would disappear overnight.