"When we first met, you knew that I was greedy for money and lustful. You really can't accept me like this?"
In the end, I tried to persuade him to stay. Such a melancholic and beautiful man was really heartbreaking and hard to let go of, but there was really no way he could fulfill his request to be together for the rest of his life.
"Perhaps many years later, when I understand each other, I will come to look for you, but now I can't share it with others. Since I'm not the only one, it's better to give up."
In one sentence, he expressed his position and rejected Xia Ziluo's attempt to stay.
My heart will still hurt, as if it were pricked by thousands of needles. Love will still continue, but it will be buried deep in my heart.
"It's getting late, you can come out of the valley tomorrow." The light words contained a hint of concern.
"Please take care of me."
The thin lips parted slightly, and distant words came out, making people feel very uncomfortable.
Then, Yun Feiyang raised his feet and walked out with heavy steps. The sadness all over his body made the whole Wuyouju seem to be shrouded in a layer of black clouds, making people feel a little breathless.
After Yun Feiyang left, the room fell into a deathly silence, just like Xia Ziluo's heart at the moment, which was heavy and bitter, and more of a guilt. In short, it was as if he had done something heinous and felt very uncomfortable.
At night, it was windy and snowy, and heavy snow fell, and Wuyou Residence was soon covered with a thick layer of white snow.
"Luo'er,......"
Liu Wuchen pushed the door open and entered, a bit of cold wind blew in, making the air even colder.
Xia Ziluo was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling listlessly. Hearing Liu Wuchen's shout, he glanced at the door and said hello lightly.
"Wuchen, you're here."
"Luo'er, are you unhappy because of Yun Feiyang?"
The sourness in his tone was strong enough to make his teeth sore.
"Well, Wuchen, do you think I am a bad woman who always makes people sad?"
Thinking of the coldness in Yun Feiyang's eyes and distant tone when he left, Xia Ziluo's heart was slightly tangled, and he questioned himself, so he asked.
"Luo'er, do you want to hear the truth or lies?"
Liu Wuchen squinted his eyes, looked at the woman who couldn't help but said narrowly.
"Of course, tell the truth. Forget it, you'd better stop telling it. The truth will definitely not sound good."
Worried that Liu Wuchen would say some unpleasant words again and damage his self-confidence, Xia Ziluo immediately changed his words and stopped him.
Hearing this, Liu Wuchen smiled lightly, walked to the bedside gracefully, took out a stack of banknotes from his chest and handed it to Xia Ziluo's eyes, and his clear voice floated out.
"Luo'er, here are two hundred thousand taels of silver notes for you."