Layers of mist floated in those sky-like empty eyes, which were pale and hollow, like the white silk used to commit suicide, wrapping around her heart.
Qingwu regretted a little. She was very painful when he caught her, but she just wanted him to let go, so she used this trick to distract him.
In my impression, Ling Yansen is like a piece of iron, hard, cold, and impersonal. Iron is usually used as a weapon. Just like iron, Ling Yansen is also the same. He can hurt people at every turn, and is often fatal with one move.
Such a cold-hearted and ruthless man, the way he looked now, she thought she would cry if she looked at him one more time.
Qing Wu was debating whether to apologize to him, but at this moment, behind Ling Yansen, the crowd dispersed, and a man walked out from behind the light. He was dressed elegantly. Even the leather shoes on his feet were clean and elegant white.
...You are a gentleman, you should look good in white shoes...
...Really? Then every pair of shoes I will wear from now on will be white...
Her body suddenly stiffened, her mind went blank, and the surrounding area was boiling like boiling water. Qingwu was stunned, looking around blankly, but her vision was blurred.
Those brisk days seem like yesterday, the love is gone, but the person is still there. The disadvantage of falling in love with someone who lives not far away is that after breaking up, you will never see her again. Once you meet, you will relive those deceptions and hurts.
So there will be two results, numbness or hatred.
Qingwu covered her heart, feeling that she had both feelings.
Ling Yansen came back to his senses from the distant time and saw her looking behind him in despair. He turned around and saw the person coming, and his outline inadvertently hardened.
"It turns out that you are so eager to get rid of me not because you are rushing to reincarnate but because your old lover is here!"
He leaned forward and leaned close to her ear. His profile was sinister and his thin lips were pursed, making everyone look ambiguous. However, Qingwu was aroused by his harsh words. Just as she was about to reply, she raised her eyes to look at him.
His eyes and words could not come out of his throat.
He squinted his eyes, and the chilling air in his narrow eyes became stronger and stronger. Wherever his gloomy and cold gaze fell, it seemed to freeze into ice. He lowered his voice and yelled at her, "I won't care about you the first time, and I won't care about you again."
There is a next time, I don’t care what the occasion is!”
Qing Wu trembled, knowing that he was warning her not to call him that again. She agreed silently on the face, but felt extremely uncomfortable in her heart. She felt that Ayan was just another name. How could she know the meaning of these two words to Ling Yansen?