"I, did I... do this?" He shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of the alcohol.
"If you didn't do it, who else could have done it? Look, you've made a circle of bruises on your hands! Okay, I'm going back." Xiang Xiaochuang held back her tears. She was afraid that if even one drop came out,
, it becomes a vast ocean, out of control.
In fact, the pain in her wrist was not that severe. But her heart hurt so much that she could hardly breathe. Every time she thought of Chen Sijia's words, she thought of his entanglement with her...
"Don't leave, Xiaochuang, stay with me." Fang Tianwei said this very clearly.
The midnight moon revealed a flash of cold light through the cracks in the curtains, like a sharp sword, stabbing straight into Xiang Xiaochuang's heart.
"You..." She looked at him in shock. She must have heard something. This was Fang Tianwei! He and her... were just colleagues on the same floor, or superiors and subordinates... Xiang Xiaochuang felt that his head was a little bit...
Confused, looking at Fang Tianwei's drunken face, his mouth opened wide.
"What Du Jiawen can't give you, let me give it to you, okay?" He confided in a low voice and pulled her close to him. Xiang Xiaochuang was a little crazy for a moment, his cheeks stained red by wine,
Showing a different kind of enthusiasm.
"We are just friends, I am Du Jiawen's..." Xiang Xiaochuang finally couldn't say the word lover. She struggled to leave, but his wrist was held tighter and tighter. She lowered her head and saw
Green veins appeared on the back of Fang Tianwei's hands, and they were still beating "chugging".
"I know that he...has always been like this. If he can't get something, he has to find ways to get it. Therefore, your rejection makes him take great pains. However, he can only hurt you. The happier you feel now, the better you will be in the future.
It will make you feel more and more painful. Every time I see your beautiful smile, this place will hurt. Do you know? You touch, touch here..."
He pulled Xiang Xiaochuang's hand closer to his chest. Xiang Xiaochuang could even feel that his heart was beating vigorously. And his own heart was beating more intensely.
"You're drunk, you don't know what you're talking about!" Xiang Xiaochuang said nonsense, whimpered, grabbed his hand and ran away.
"Xiaochang..." Fang Tianwei's voice came out from the door that was half-closed by her. Xiang Xiaochuang covered his ears as if fleeing and ran back to his room. Everything he could see was what he had sorted out.
That little backpack.
This is all my belongings!
Xiang Xiaochuang watched in concentration, his fingers gently touching the buckle of the backpack.
Du Jiawen didn't show up all night long. Maybe, when it was time to leave, my heart that was broken would one day still become a whole person.
Shen Sitian's betrayal did not leave deep scars on her heart, but at this time, she really felt the sadness of death. She understood that it was not particularly surprising that he stayed at Chen Sijia's house.
But her heart felt pain as if it had been gouged out, one after another, getting more and more dense.
His stomach gradually started to hurt, and Xiang Xiaochuang suddenly remembered that he had missed dinner.
After rummaging around the hotel for a while, she didn't have the habit of eating snacks, so she found only one bar of chocolate. She endured the pain and tore open the wrapping paper, and Xiang Xiaochuang stuffed the chocolate into her mouth indiscriminately.
After filling his stomach with something, he felt a little better, and his thoughts could penetrate everywhere. At this time, Xiang Xiaochuang actually felt that stomach pain was much easier to bear than heartache.
It wasn't until the white fish belly appeared in the sky that Xiang Xiaochuang came to his senses.
Went to the service desk and got the ticket sent by Chen Sijia, the flight was at nine o'clock. Presumably, Du Jiawen couldn't make it back at nine o'clock, and Chen Sijia could always trip him up in that little time.
And Fang Tianwei... was so drunk that he didn't even need to say "goodbye" to him.
The most prosperous city, New York, finally wants to see you again.
Xiang Xiaochuang looked at the room where she lived for the last time, the luxurious presidential suite. She once mistakenly thought that happiness was in her hands. It turned out that everything was just her illusion, and the tail of happiness was just a flash.
The comet passed by, and after the moment of youth, it disappeared without a trace.
"Goodbye, Jiawen, I wish you happiness." She gently put her fingers on her lips, as if imagining the kiss between him and her. Her voice was softer than ever before, and the last goodbye turned out to be the right one.
Holding the air.
If she is no longer happy, then she still wants him to be happy.
She carried her small backpack slantingly, her feet still hesitating again and again at the door, and her eyes glanced at the end of the corridor. Maybe she didn't want to leave at all, she hoped that Du Jiawen would appear at the elevator entrance now.
Even if - even if Fang Tianwei wakes up and opens the door and sees himself, he can still stop himself.
She lowered her head and finally touched the door gently. She bit her lip and walked step by step to the elevator entrance. She watched the elevator's indicator light reach her floor, there was a soft "ding" sound, and there was no one in the elevator.
It was indeed still early, and there were only a few enthusiastic tourists in the store talking about today's itinerary. On the other hand, I looked very disappointed.
Xiang Xiaochuang turned his face away and walked out of the hotel calmly. After a final luxury, he hailed a taxi and rushed to the airport. Looking back, through the car window, he saw the towering hotel, which seemed to be sleeping in the morning sun.
of behemoth.
Tears flowed down in a daze, falling on the crook of my neck, making me feel wet and uncomfortable.
It was as if she had just had a beautiful dream, and Du Jiawen, who remained in her memory, would always be so vivid.
Walking into the waiting hall alone, Xiang Xiaochuang was still a little dazed. A certain corner in his heart seemed to have been dug out, and it was so empty that it felt uncomfortable.
The ticket was clenched in my hand, and this happy journey finally ended in such a sad way. Maybe it was my luck that I didn't have to witness the end of the wedding between Du Jiawen and another woman.
Is it good to leave like this?
Xiang Xiaochuang stared blankly at the ticket in his hand. The printed English words were like squirming insects that had been melted away, trying to worm their way into his heart.
With a slight gasp, Xiang Xiaochuang felt vaguely uncomfortable in his stomach. He stuffed the ticket into his trouser pocket in a panic, and a thin layer of sweat had formed on his vest.
"Xiang Xiaochuang!" When Xiang Xiaochuang heard the well-spoken Chinese words, he turned into excited rain clouds, and tears fell instantly.