He paused, then suddenly raised his voice, and the command he spoke had an overbearing and irrefutable momentum, "Then destroy them with your own hands!"
Haiyue suddenly raised her head and looked at Sikong Jingqiu with a dark and stern expression in astonishment. Her throat felt like it had been burned with a branding iron and she was unable to speak.
Sikong Jingqiu raised his eyebrows, opened the photo album, and pulled out the photo of the seaside that Haiyue had just seen. He held it in his hand, played with it a few times with an indifferent expression, handed the photo to Haiyue, and said, "From here.
Let’s get started.”[
Haiyue couldn't help but tremble slightly. She held the scissors and froze there, not moving for a long time.
"What? You can't bear to leave?" Sikong Jingqiu stared at Haiyue's face, with an unmistakable flame hidden in his dark eyes.
Haiyue's face was as white as snow. She slowly stretched out her hand and took the photo in Sikong Jingqiu's hand. Her mind went blank. She raised her hand mechanically and slowly lowered the scissors.
Click——
As a harsh sound echoed in the quiet room, the photo split into two halves, and half of Yunyan's smile was cut off.
Haiyue looked as if someone was stabbing and cutting her chest with a blunt object, and the pain was heartbreaking.
What these scissors cut was not just a photo...
But all the memories with Yunyan... and her heart.
Sikong Jingqiu looked at her expression of pain, expressionless, opened the photo album, pulled out the photos one by one, and handed them to Haiyue.
Haiyue took the photos representing the past and memories with blank eyes, and cut them into pieces again and again...
My heart ached violently, and there was a voice in my head that kept shouting, "No! That's the only thing left between her and Yunyan, it can't be cut off." However, it seemed as if her hand was being restrained and she was not allowed to stop.
It's like a curse, but it can't be stopped.
Click click click——
The sound of cold metal kept ringing in the room, and the papers on the table quickly piled up into a small mountain...
Finally, no more photos could be taken out of the album, and Haiyue, like a doll whose soul had been instantly removed, shook slightly.
Can't fall down!
Putting down the scissors, Haiyue stretched out her hand, grasped the edge of the desk tightly, and stabilized her body. Her voice was hoarse and broken as if it had been run over: "I really... just want to return the things to Yunyan..."