Sima Qing's words echoed repeatedly in my mind, making my head buzz, as if sharp knives suddenly stabbed my heart, causing blood to flow like a column.
Sima Yang...Since he has a fiancée, why did he do so many misleading things? He even made me mistakenly think...he actually likes me...If Sima Qing really likes me, what should Huxiang do?
Well...but if Sima Yang doesn't like me, what should I do?[
Many questions were tearing and expanding in my chest, and I felt like my heart was about to burst.
My vision was blurred, and in my trance, a warm hand touched my cheek, gently wiping away my tears...
I looked up suddenly and found that Sima Qing had left at some point. Sima Yang was kneeling on one knee, holding the crutch tightly with one hand, and his deep orange pupils winked mischievously twice: "Miss Huiyue,
Are you so moved by my appearance that you burst into tears?"
At this moment, looking at Sima Yang's charming smile is a great irony for me!
I screamed, clapped my legs and went backwards. Suddenly, I straightened up and jumped up from the ground. My feet were swaying, as if I were stepping on muddy swamp ground, and I staggered off the boat and ran towards the distance.