Chen Zisu did not change because of Jiang Zhifan's cynicism, and did not want to explain to this guy. He just replied lightly: "It is not the turn of others to make irresponsible remarks about my affairs."
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Jiang Zhifan's lips, and he lightly touched the corner of the photo, "Really? Then you admit that you betrayed Xiao Zizi?"
"That's what you think, when did I admit it?" Chen Zisu's expression remained unchanged. There was no sign of anger at all, but he was strangely calm.
"On Shengyu's 100th anniversary, I remember someone kissed An Xiaoruo as proof?" Jiang Zhifan looked at Chen Zisu with bright eyes, as if he was mocking Chen Zisu's so-called unwavering love for Xiao Yezi.
"I don't need to explain to people like you, right?" He was still calm and unusually calm.
Still unchanged from the timeless smile, her thin lips pursed lightly: "Yes, you don't need to explain to me, but do you remember what day today is?"
Chen Zisu's fists gradually clenched, her beautiful facial lines began to stiffen, and her voice began to tremble: "How dare you mention to me what day it is today."
"Why don't you dare to mention it? Or do you just want to forget Xiao Yezi?"
Jiang Zhifan's words were aggressive, he just wanted to force Chen Zisu to think of that memory, he just wanted to see Chen Zisu in pain and make him happy.
Chen Zisu's eyes suddenly tightened and dimmed, and the scene of Xiao Yezi's little body falling to the ground from the overpass kept flashing in his mind, and Chen Zisu was unable to save her.
The blood dyed Xiao Yezi's white dress red, and at the same time it stung Chen Zisu's heart. Chen Zisu heard the sound of heartbreak, and heard a hot heart begin to tear and break into pieces.
In the end, I didn’t even know what heartache was.
The pain was so painful that it finally started to freeze.
That clean and delicate face was smiling even when she died at the end. What was she laughing at? Is it useless to laugh at him? Could she finally be freed by laughing at her? Could she finally live without being so tired?
Chen Zisu didn't know. He didn't know what Xiao Yezi was laughing at when she finally died.
The scene where Xiao Yezi died, paralyzed in a pool of blood, with a pale little face that would never have blood again, with a quiet and peaceful smile. However, Chen Zisu could not touch her little face anymore, and could never hear it again.
She was stunned when she screamed ruthlessly.
In fact, Chen Zisu wanted to hear Xiao Yezi call him Su, but there was no chance, and there would never be another chance.
Staggering and taking a step back, Chen Zisu almost lost his balance and almost fell to the ground. He pressed tightly on a hex tree next to him, and a thick shadow enveloped Chen Zisu.
For Chen Zisu, Xiao Yezi is his shadow that he cannot get out of, Xiao Yezi is her poison, a poison that can never be cured, and a scar that can never be healed.
Jiang Zhifan undoubtedly directly caused Chen Zisu to fall into the shadow of Xiao Yezi's death again: "Why, you just mentioned it, and you can't bear it. Su Mingran, oh, no, it's not Su Mingran, but one of the twelve nobles."