The distance to the door was only a few steps, but she walked with great difficulty. The ground seemed to be strewn with spikes, and every step she took was painful.
When she opened the door, Mo Yanyi's icy voice came from behind: "Don't knock on my door again without my permission."
She turned around suddenly and looked at Mo Yanyi with a cold face in shock. Did he think the grapes were sour after eating them? Was he disgusted with her?
Mo Yanyi ignored her and turned around to walk towards the inner room.
When he came out from the shower, Yingzhen was no longer around and he sat on the sofa. His eyes fell softly on the place where Yingzhen had been lying just now, and he stretched out his hand to touch it gently.
It was as if Yingzhen was still lying there and his fingers could still feel the softness of her skin.
Suddenly, the slowly moving hand suddenly became a fist. Mo Yanyi clenched his cheeks and closed his eyes with difficulty.
A voice warned him: Mo Yanyi, no!
Yingzhen didn't know how she walked back to the room, took a shower, put on a pair of conservative pajamas, and sat in front of the dressing mirror in a daze.
Suddenly she saw a length of chain exposed outside the jewelry box. She was startled, and she stretched out her hand to pull out the chain.
At the end of the chain, there is a beautiful angel hanging on her hair, with a heart-shaped pink diamond inlaid on it.
Back, engraved: 520yy1314
Tears burst into her eyes. The person who set the diamonds for her with his own hands, the person who carved this eternal vow with his own hands, turned a blind eye to the necklace she wore every day.
Is it really worth it for her to do all this?
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Yingzhen wiped away the tears on his face and walked to open the door. It was Mo Qixuan.
"You're back," Yingzhen said calmly.
"I saw there was still light in your room, so I knocked on the door." Mo Qixuan said, looking into Yingzhen's eyes.
Yingzhen quickly turned around, and Mo Qixuan followed him into the room and asked with concern: "Have you cried?"
"No," Yingzhen replied, but very weakly.
"Brother...did he say anything to you?"
Yingzhen hugged her knees and sat down on the sofa. She didn't ask if she was okay, but when she asked, the pain that had temporarily calmed down in her heart surged again. She had tried very hard not to let herself cry, but it was so hard for her to hold on.
Mo Qixuan sat down next to her, his eyes filled with distress: "I'm sorry, Yaozhen, it was me who brought you to the edge of pain. In fact... if you don't act as Beier's substitute, you will be sad for a while and you will be able to bring your brother to the edge of pain."
forgotten
Now, on the contrary... it is still painful to see and touch."