After Han Shaoqi left, Huangfu Lin's body trembled violently, and the only sound in the air was the sad laughter, full of ridicule.
A smile touched the wound on his chest, and a few traces of blood spilled from the corners of his lips. Han Shaoqi's previous smiles were unreserved, so that a faint pain came from his chest.
Qin Yan had already brought the medical kit, but Huangfu Lin waved her hand to stop her.
Qin Yan bit her pretty lips, feeling helpless, so she had no choice but to walk out and close the door carefully.
There was silence in the room, and Huangfu Lin slipped on the sofa behind him.
The corners of her cool lips were raised, outlining a desolate arc.
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Afraid that Xiaotong would be unstable and unable to think about things, Huangfuyao stayed at home these days to accompany Xiaotong.
At this moment, Ning Xiaotong was sitting on the sofa absent-mindedly, listening to Huangfu Yao telling jokes. Knowing that she was trying to relieve her suppressed emotions in the past few days, she raised the corners of her lips in cooperation.
"Xiaotong, are you listening?" Huangfu Yao saw Ning Xiaotong looking like she was in a state of confusion, and was reluctant to let him go.
"Yao Yao, I'm listening." Ning Xiaotong retracted her distant gaze towards the sky and fell on Huangfu Yao who was sitting beside her.
Huangfu Yao sighed in his heart and stopped talking.
Xiao Tong stared hard, "Yaoyao, do you have something to tell me?"
Huangfu sighed, "Xiao Tong, my brother was severely beaten by Han Shaoqi a few days ago. Do you know about this?"
"Han Shaoqi hit Huangfu Lin?" Ning Xiaotong's heart suddenly tightened, and she asked subconsciously, "How about Lin? Where was he injured?"
Huangfu Yao nodded, "After Shaoqi heard what I said about some of the recent situations that happened to you, he fought for you. But when I went there, Shaoqi made a move, but my brother didn't fight back."
There was helplessness in Huangfu Yao's voice. One was the person he loved the most, and the other was his most respected brother. No one could speak for him, and he couldn't speak for himself.
"Xiao Tong, I know what my brother did hurt your heart, but I still hope you can give him a chance. You know, in this world, living alone will be very lonely." There was a hint of loneliness in the voice.
A touch of sadness.
My brother would be very sad if he were alone.
When Ning Xiaotong heard this, her black and white eyes flashed, but she did not give Huangfu Yao an answer.
The gentle wind blew by, blowing the British roses blooming passionately in front of them, stretching out the layers of petals and swaying, just like the sea of flowers in London.
However, this time, there is one person missing.
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The unique ringtone rang in the quiet room. Huangfu Lin put down the mirror and said in a calm voice without joy or sorrow, "Hello."
In the mountainside villa, when Ning Xiaotong heard the familiar voice, a soreness surged in the corners of her eyes.
After enduring it for a few days, I finally decided to give him a call.
He bit his lip to make sure he wouldn't cry, and then slowly said, "Rin, last time Han Shaoqi attacked you, I want to apologize to you on his behalf."
"Sorry?" Huangfu Lin sneered, "Ning Xiaotong, why are you apologizing? You should feel honored to have such a man stand up for you."
"Lin." Ning Xiaotong raised her voice slightly. She didn't expect such cold words to come from his mouth.
"Okay, tell me if you have anything to do. I still have something to do." There was a strong sense of impatience in his voice...