"I'm leaving. I hope we will never see each other again!" Su Mang's expression was cold, as if it could freeze the world.
"Su Mang..." His heart was hit hard, and he looked at Su Mang in disbelief.
Su Mang!
His Su Mang!
He misses his beloved Su Mang with all his heart!
He protects Su Mang as a priceless treasure!
Just because he hit another man, I will leave him forever and never see him again!
He staggered for a moment, then held on to something beside him before he regained his footing.
Although Long Yichen's injuries from the dozens of sticks he received have been healed, his body has always been weak. These days, he has been planning the plan to win the July Moonlight almost without sleep. His body is already very weak. He just grits his teeth and refuses to say anything.
.
Now, all of a sudden, old and new wounds surged into his chest. His chest was churning violently, as if a mouthful of blood would spurt out in the next second.
He smiled palely, "Okay, let's go! How ridiculous! This is the woman I fell in love with! I have such good taste!"
Su Mang gritted his teeth, pushed him away, and said bitterly: "I have better taste than you!"
She took Lan Yi's hand and walked forward without looking back.
Watching her back gradually disappear, Jiang Liuyun felt colder and colder.
He and Su Mang have not known each other for a long time, but strangely, he even knows her better than he knows himself.
At this moment, he knew so clearly that if he allowed her to walk out of this house, she would never come back. Even if one day, she knew that she was wrong, she would never look back. He would be lost forever.
she!
His body no longer obeyed his will. When he came back to his senses, he had already stopped in front of Su Mang.
"What else do you want to do? Get away!" The look of disgust in her eyes was so obvious.
Ling Chi felt so distressed that he felt like he was being stabbed with a dull knife, but he still didn't want to lose her.
"Stay." There was even a bit of pleading in his eyes.
Su Mang looked at him coldly and said nothing.
"How can I stay?" His voice was hoarse.
After a long, long time, which seemed like a century, he saw her holding Lan Yi's hand tightly.
"Apologise to Lan Yi!" she said calmly.
Lan Yi!
It’s Lan Yi again!
The blood in his chest was churning even more violently.
He would rather she let him apologize to her.
He would rather she slap him hard, kick him, or even stab him, but her request is that he apologize to Lan Yi!
He stood still, feeling as if he had been frozen for thousands of years in his heart.
She snorted coldly and pulled Lan Yi around him to go out. He heard herself say quickly: "I'm sorry! Lan Yi, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have hit you!"
She paused, and quickly pulled Lan Yi back to look at him. There was still unspeakable ridicule in her eyes, "Young Master Jiang! You can punch someone unconscious, but just say sorry in a neutral way.
Isn’t it too cheap?”
"What should we do?" His voice was numb, and his heart was numb with pain.
"Bow - apologize!" She said each word, each word getting colder than the last.
He clenched his fists tightly and stared at her.
She looked back at him without any sign of weakness and sneered, "Goodbye!"
Before she could hold Lan Yi's hand and turn around again, he had already bent down at 90 degrees, "I'm sorry!...I shouldn't have hit you!"
With his eyes closed, he heard the sound of his heart breaking bit by bit.
