Those people were manipulated by Liu Dongsheng, how could they let him go so easily?
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In the evening, the setting sun cast a golden glow on the lake not far away, covering up the original blue sky.
Huangfu's slim figure stared at the lake motionless, his eyes wandering.
The afterglow that slanted over fell on the petite girl's body, coating it with a layer of golden sand.
A slight breeze blew over my face, blowing the long black hair away and flying freely in the air.
There was a rapid knock on the door behind him. Huangfu raised his eyebrows. Did the dinner guy arrive so soon?
When he opened the door, he saw Huangfu's graceful figure and was stunned for a moment.
Subconsciously, he wanted to close the door, but a foot that suddenly stretched out stuck him there, making him unable to move.
Push again, his feet?
His handsome face showed an undisguised look of exhaustion, even decadence.
But the moment he saw himself, several rays of starlight flashed in his eyes, which were so dazzling.
I couldn't stand him, but in fact I couldn't bear to see him hurt, so I finally let him into the house.
Relatively speechless, the two people looked at each other blankly, with a silence in their eyes.
Him, Han Shaoqi.
What are you doing here?
Han Shaoqi took a step forward, but Huangfu Yao suddenly took a step back, obviously avoiding something.
Seeing Huangfu Yao's resisting expression, Han Shaoqi had no choice but to pause on the spot.
But in the next second, when Huangfu Yao relaxed, he suddenly locked her tightly in his arms.
There was decadence in the voice, mixed with obvious surprise.
"Yaoyao."
After struggling for a long time, unable to escape the strong restraint of his strong arms, Huangfu Yao finally burst into tears that he had been holding back for a long time.
"What else are you doing here?" The voice was filled with helplessness and resentment.
Gentlely stroking Huangfu Yao's back, Han Shaoqi murmured, "Yao Yao, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those words to you before."
Huangfu Yao closed his eyes and said nothing.
Pulling Huangfu Yao out of his arms, Han Shaoqi looked steadily into her eyes, his eyes gleaming with ripples, but very firm.
"Yaoyao, I know what I said before hurt your heart, but from now on, I will never have any doubts about you, nor will I allow anyone to hurt you."
"Yaoyao, I love you." In the last sentence, Han Shaoqi said against Huangfu Yao's ear.
Huangfu Yao's soft heart suddenly trembled, and tears couldn't stop falling more.
I finally waited for this sentence, but there was no possibility between them.
Brother, he will never agree to it no matter what.
Lying in Han Shaoqi's arms, Huangfu Yao's shoulders twitched.
Seeing that the person in his arms didn't respond for a long time, he lowered his head and found that she was crying uncontrollably.
"Yaoyao."
Taking a step back from Han Shaoqi's arms, Huangfu Yao's eyes hesitated and then turned into determination.
Huangfuyao clenched his hands tightly at his sides, with his nails deeply embedded in them, and Huangfu Yao forced himself to speak.
"Han Shaoqi, it's already too late."
Seeing the expression on Han Shaoqi's hand, Huangfu Yao's heart trembled again and he almost softened his heart.
"Han Shaoqi, I don't love you." Each word was like countless knives, piercing Han Shaoqi's heart, and Huangfu Yao's own heart as well.
There was blood dripping, and there seemed to be some breaking sound in the air.
Han Shaoqi was a little in disbelief. He held Huangfu Yao's shoulders with frightening force and shook him vigorously, "Yao Yao, you lied to me, right?"
The thin figure allowed Han Shaoqi to sway, while Huangfu Yao's expression remained calm, as if she was not the one who had shed tears just now.