Listening to the extremely cold voice of the boy who was so familiar in the past, Xiyue's beautiful face was still calm, "You should have a good rest!" She put down the porridge she had prepared, and quietly said without looking at the girl next to her.
Walked out of the room. Once, the young man promised her very firmly that he would never let go of her hand. Her answer at that time was that she would not, unless he let go first. Now, her answer is the same.
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She closed the door of the ward and leaned against it weakly. Although she said she would not give up, she had always been very clear about herself. She knew very well how fragile her heart was, and she did not
Knowing how long she could hold on in a situation like today, she slowly clenched her right hand into a fist, Ryoma, don't give up on me so quickly, okay?
Atobe walked out of the room and saw the beautiful girl leaning weakly against the door. His heart couldn't help but trembled. Without saying anything, the boy directly pulled the girl into his arms, "Yue'er, if
If he gives up on you, I will protect you! If he doesn't give up, I will regard him as my real opponent, just Yue'er, you have to believe that I have the ability to give you happiness."
Xiyue didn't speak and leaned quietly in the boy's arms. Her heart was already in chaos and she didn't want to think about it so much anymore. She was very grateful for the warmth that the boy gave her at this time. She really needed a shoulder to lean on now, and she wanted to be with her.
It has nothing to do with feelings, it's just that deep down in my heart, I want to escape from the fact that Ryoma has forgotten her.
The door was gently pushed open at this moment, and the moment the pretty girl appeared supporting the boy, the stubborn boy's eyes stayed on the two people embracing each other outside the door, and a trace of light flashed in his amber eyes.
In the dark fire, he didn't know why he felt so uncomfortable at this time. He only knew that his so-called "girlfriend" was leaning in the arms of another man at this time, and there was a hint of disgust in the girl's eyes.
Oh, one second he was lingering in his own room, and the next second he was running towards another man. It really represented the inconsistency between appearance and duplicity. However, he seemed to have forgotten that the girl was kicked out by him, and now
, just want to find comfort, that's all.
"Are you worthy of being my opponent?" The emperor-like man was as cold as ever. The moment he opened the door, he had already caught his gaze, and his evil gaze rested on the stubborn and perfect young man.
He hated why this young man would hurt Yue'er so much due to his amnesia.
Hearing this, Xiyue realized something, but suddenly turned around in fear. She was afraid that what she saw was his questioning look. She was afraid that the boy who believed in her and supported her in the past only had a cold expression on his lips.
Provoking a self-deprecating smile, Zi Ling Xiyue, you are indeed as weak as ever.
Sakurano stood next to Ryoma, suddenly at a loss. Her happiness was stolen from her. It was taken after hurting that perfect girl. She was very afraid that one day she would also face Ryoma's disgusted gaze.
She glanced at the beautiful girl, and then quickly lowered her head. She really regarded her as a friend! But Xiaoyue, I'm sorry, she really likes Ryoma, and this is her only chance.
Xiyue finally turned around, with the indifferent smile still on her beautiful little face, but her eyes completely turned cold after touching the boy. There had been such a situation before, but at that time the boy was determined
Standing beside her. Now, the positions have been changed. The boy who once trusted her the most has long gone with his new life, but she is still longing for the warmth that no longer exists.
Ryoma shook his head and walked past the two of them. She didn't know what the man was talking about. He only knew that he felt really uncomfortable when he touched the girl's smiling but sad eyes. He only knew that as long as the girl's eyes were
He would become very uncomfortable when he was in a certain place. It turned out that he could hate someone so much that his body would react instinctively.
The alexandrite cat's eye on the young man's neck emitted an extremely weak light at this moment, lamenting in despair. Who knows whether the young man's discomfort is disgusting or caring...
