Chapter 97: The Imprisonment of Unable to Struggle
Feeling another stream of hot liquid pouring out of her eyes, Haiyue took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "I'll sort out the things and then send them to you..."
"If it's okay, can you please get out of the way? I'm waiting for Yueyou, and you're here, blocking my view."
"Sorry to bother you, I'm leaving now." Haiyue froze for a moment, stood up slowly, raised her head mechanically, looked at the gray sky and the cold rain that kept falling into her eyes, turned around, step by step,
I walked back across the street and stood next to a green trash can, looking at the people across from me from a distance.[
The rain became heavier and heavier, slowly weaving a huge net between the sky and the earth, and white mist expanded in the air... Gradually, the street scene opposite began to blur.
Haiyue's heart throbbed with pain, and she wanted to rush over and tell Yunyan everything. As soon as she took a step forward, someone grabbed her arm tightly.
She slowly turned around and saw Sikong Jingqiu's cold and forbidding eyes.
Haiyue's nerves twitched heavily, her voice was hoarse and filled with guilt that she didn't even notice, "You...why are you here?"
"What? Shouldn't you and I come?" From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the people across the street. Sikong Jingqiu looked at her with a gloomy face and sneered. His sharp eyes almost made her heart stop beating, "Song Haiyue, you need me.
Remind you what you promised back then?"
"I...have not forgotten..." Haiyue's voice was so weak that she could hardly hear her clearly. She had not forgotten the promise she made when she decided to marry Sikong Jingqiu.
but……
Haiyue turned back with tears in her eyes and looked across the street, trying to find Yunyan's figure again. However, the public phone booth was completely empty, and Yunyan had disappeared.
Hai Yue rolled her eyes and looked around in a panic, and finally saw Du Yunyan's figure at an intersection across the street. He was carried by a tall man's shoulders and walked deep into a narrow alley. Hai Xin
Startled, she subconsciously stepped forward to catch up, but her hands were tightly clamped by Sikong Jingqiu. She struggled hard, but the hands on her arms were like pliers, motionless, no matter how she
No matter how hard you try, you just can't struggle.