Han Zhiyan, who was standing outside the room, was heartbroken when she heard Shangguan Chen's words. She was complaining in her heart about why the sound insulation effect of Shangguan's house was so poor. The idea that she had been deceiving herself was suddenly shattered.
She finally understood that Xintong's position in Shangguan Chen's heart could not be replaced by anyone. No matter how much time passed, her feelings for Shangguan Chen would only become deeper and deeper, and would not be forgotten by time.
Han Zhiyan told herself in despair that it was time to give up, because the person he loved in his heart was not him, so why should he fall into the abyss of love? It would only lead to eternal disaster.
She turned around and walked to her room...
Han Zhiyan was sitting alone on the terrace, and the breeze blew in her face, gently blowing the hair on Han Zhiyan's face, and invariably formed a picture.
The girl in the painting has a pair of bright and clear eyes, a standard oval face, a delicate nose, and pink lips, like a fairy who has fallen into the world.
She quietly watched the assembled puzzle piece that Shangguan Chen gave her. It contained the tenderness he once had towards her and her affection for him.
I have long planned to put it together before my birthday and give it to Shangguan Chen. This means that I am giving my heart to you and hope you will cherish it.
But after this, this piece of heart can only be scattered in the air, slowly disappearing...
Han Zhiyan told her heart that she would never have a place for herself in his heart. Why not bury it deep in the deepest part of her heart before it fell, and regard it as a beautiful memory?
But why does her heart still hurt? The pain is so painful that she even begins to envy the person named Xintong, because she can have Shangguan Chen's heart forever. Even if she owns Shangguan Chen's person, it does not belong to her.
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A ringtone brought Han Zhiyan back to her senses. As she watched the word "Mom" pop up on her phone, Han Zhiyan's grievances suddenly came to her mind.
The ringing sounded for a long time. Han Zhiyan took a deep breath and pressed the answer button, pretending to be relaxed, "Mom..."
"Yanyan, happy birthday, how are you doing at Shangguan's house?" Mom's peaceful voice came from the other end of the phone.
How is she doing? Even she doesn't know. She only knows that she is about to touch the door of happiness, but she can't get in.
Thinking of this, she suppressed her choked voice, in order not to make her mother worry, "Mom, I am living a good life, they are all very good to me."
"Haha, that's great. How is he treating you?" Mother Han didn't notice the difference between Han Zhiyan at all.
"Okay..." Han Zhiyan suppressed her choked voice and only spit out two words, because she was afraid that if she said one more word, her mother would find out.
"Then don't worry, mom. Then you have to take care of your health. Let your husband spend your birthday with you this year. When you are free, you can bring him back for a meal. Mom will not give you a birthday again." Mother Han said with concern
Said.
Hearing her mother's concern, the tears welling up in her eyes slowly stayed. She sniffed and said with a smile, "Well, I understand, Mom, I have something else to do. Let's talk when we have time."
"Well, that's good..."
Hanging up the phone, Han Zhiyan hugged her legs, buried her head deeply between her legs, and hugged her body with her hands, so that her lonely and cold body could get a trace of warmth. Tears dripped on the ground along her face, that is
The heartbreaking notes seem to be playing "Happy Birthday" again...