Haiyue suddenly looked up and looked at Sikong Jingqiu in surprise. His throat was as if the iron was burned and he could not speak.
Sikong Jingqiu raised his eyebrows, opened the album, took out the photo of the seaside that Haiyue had just seen, held it in his hand, played with it coldly, handed it in front of Haiyue, and said, "Just from this."
Let's start."
Haiyue trembled slightly uncontrollably, holding the scissors, froze there, without moving for a long time.
"What? I can't bear to leave?" Sikong Jingqiu stared at Haiyue's face, and there was a flash of unmistakable flame hidden in his dark eyes.
Haiyue's face turned white. She slowly reached out and took the photo from Sikong Jingqiu's hand. Her mind was blank. She raised her hand mechanically, and the scissors slowly fell down.
Click—
As the harsh sound began to rise in the quiet room, the photo was split in half, and Yunyan's smile was cut in half.
Haiyue looked at it, as if someone was poking her chest with a blunt weapon, and it hurt heartbreakingly.
The scissors cut off are not just a photo...
But all the memories with Yunyan... and her heart.
Sikong Jingqiu looked at her painful expression coldly, opened the album expressionlessly, pulled out the photos one by one, and handed them to Haiyue.
Haiyue took the photos representing the past and memories blankly, and cut them into pieces one by one...
My heart hurt violently, and there was a voice in my mind, constantly shouting, "No! That is the only thing left between her and Yunyan, and it cannot be cut off", but my hand seemed to be cut off and I was not allowed to stop.
It's like a curse, but it can't stop.
Crack Crack Crack –
The cold metal sounds kept ringing in the room, and the notes on the table quickly piled up into a hill...
Finally, no photos could be drawn in the album, and Haiyue, like a doll that had instantly removed her soul, shook her body slightly.
Can't fall down!
Putting down the scissors, Haiyue stretched out her hand, grabbed the edge of the desk tightly, stabilizing her body, and her voice was as hoarse as if she had been tossed: "I really... just want to return the things to Yunyan..."
Sikong Jingqiu did not respond to her, so he picked up the phone on the table and pressed the inside line, "Butler Li, come up."
Haiyue didn't know why he suddenly called Butler Li, nor did she want to know. She looked at Sikong Jingqiu eagerly, wanting to make him believe his words, "Young Master Sikong--"
"Knock--"
A light and regular knock on the door interrupted Haiyue's next words.
Haiyue wanted to say something, Sikong Jingqiu glanced at her, stopped her, and "Come in."
The door was opened, but Butler Li walked in straight and saw the pile of messy notes on the table. He was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized, "Young Master, do you have any instructions?"
Sikong Jingqiu glanced at the things on the table, and his eyes sternly said, "Put it off first, and I will go over and burn them in person later."
"Yes." Although Mr. Li was puzzled by Sikong Jingqiu, he asked nothing. He pulled out a huge, white cloth from his suit pocket and shook it open. He quickly cleaned the things on the table, and then returned.
Go out.
The room suddenly fell into silence.
Haiyue clenched her fists and breathed deeply several times before she plucked up the courage to continue the topic that had not been finished, "Master Sikong...I really just..."