An Xiaoruo couldn't imagine that what Gong Jing Ling said, "Gong Jing Ling is no longer Gong Jing Ling," turned out to be such a crazed demon.
"How do you know when I've had enough? Compared to what I've suffered, this is nothing! It's not enough——"
Gong Jingling grabbed An Xiaoruo's shoulders tightly. His excitement, his pain, and his revenge were all seen in An Xiaoruo's eyes. Why are you so stubborn? Why are you doing this!
"Gong Jingling, don't go on like this! I'm begging you, please!!!"
Finally, An Xiaoruo still couldn't control his tears. The moist tears in his eyes kept falling down his chin, until his eyes were blurred and his expression could no longer be seen clearly. An Xiaoruo had never been like this before.
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Her tears contained too many complex emotions, including distress for Gong Jingling, pain for Sheng Yujie's experience, sadness for the twelve nobles one after another because she was implicated, and grievance, apology, and sadness.
"beg me?"
For Gong Jingling, such tears have long been numb. What's the use of crying!!
Who will pity him when he cries?
When he silently swallows his tears, who will help him?
When he is helpless, when he is bullied, when he is burdened with grievances and pain, who will lend a helping hand to him?
For Gong Jingling, tears cannot solve the problem. If you try to use tears to gain sympathy or pity, it is impossible, especially for An Xiaoruo, it is even more impossible.
"An Xiaoruo, don't cry in a hurry! The play isn't over yet! What will you do if you don't have enough tears later?"
Gong Jingling flashed a cruel smile, pushed An Xiaoruo to the ground hard, changed his target, turned to look at one of the men in black, and made a gesture, not knowing what to do.
"I almost forgot that apart from you and me, the protagonist today has not yet appeared? How could he miss this good show?"
Gong Jingling looked down at An Xiaoruo, who fell to the ground with a pale face. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but it was only fleeting and did not stay for a moment. Gong Jingling warned himself sternly.
Do you see it! This is the woman you love! She will only cowardly ask herself to let others go, without caring about your feelings. She is willing to do anything for the Twelve Nobles, what will she do for you?
By the way, it’s not that she didn’t do anything for you, she played with your feelings, deceived your sincerity, and left an indelible trace in your heart forever. You should really thank her!! No.
What!! Haha!!
"What did you say?"
An Xiaoruo didn't know why. Every time Gong Jingling showed such an expression, she would feel so disappointed and distressed!! Gong Jingling became like this because of herself!! Was it because of me that I did something wrong or because he just couldn't let go of that?
A period of hatred.
Gong Jingling's eyes fell on the room in Class A. Finally, a man in black clothes and cool black sunglasses came out, pushing a handsome young man in a wheelchair with an expressionless face that looked like a god.