He stared at her with blood-red eyes: "Xixi, can't I even say a few words to you?"
Her eyes were wandering and she never looked at him.
"To be honest, it's all my fault. It's always my fault. The fault is that I didn't resolutely stop my mother's behavior. However, I have learned a lesson this time. I will never listen to anything she says again, nor will I
Let her interfere in any of our affairs again...Xixi, please give me another chance..."
She turned around miserably, and her voice was surprisingly cold: "Xiaojue, don't be like this. We are over."
He suddenly took a step forward, grabbed her hand tightly, and hissed: "No, how can we end it? Xixi, I will take you away, let's leave here, we said we will go to the United States together, I have already decided, no matter what
There will be no delay. I submitted my transfer application to the company last week. It’s just the two of us and there will be no one else..."
The eye sockets became extremely dry and the bridge of the nose became sore.
God knows how much I had a strong desire to marry him.
But Yan Xixi was still very cold: "Xiaojue, I don't love you anymore."
He was struck by lightning.
No longer in love - this was the first time she said to him in person: Xiaojue, I no longer love you.
"Xiaojue, I'm sorry, I won't go to the United States with you. I don't love you anymore."
She decisively took out her hand, turned around and left without hesitation.
She walked out for several steps, and Huang Xiaojue suddenly caught up with her and held her tightly: "Xixi, you lied to me! How could you not love me? You have always loved me, always..."
She said word by word: "Huang Xiaojue, let's stop here. I really don't love you at all."
His mind was buzzing, as if a dull knife was scratching him bit by bit.
As Wang Donglin said, "She is willing to die with me to love you." - Yan Xixi, how can you not love me?
How can??
Just like the yellowed notebook he took out, it was like a testimony in court, and his voice was urgent: "Xixi, you love me, you have always loved me, I know it..."
Yan Xixi was stunned.
She silently took the notebook.
It was a bill, a female liar's history of deception - essentially a disgraceful history - shaped like evidence presented in court.
She thought she had dropped it during the forced demolition, but she didn't expect it to be at Huang Xiaojue's place all the time.
He must have fallen there after being kicked out of the demolition house and living in the friend's house he introduced.
The sunset in the west has long faded, and the golden-red light slowly begins to fade, projecting an extremely pale and desolate beauty from the gaps in the street trees.
Just like the extreme paleness on her slightly raised face.
All the scars have been hidden, only when the wind blows her hair, a faint scar on her white and high forehead is revealed - looming, like a mole on a beauty's heart.
It was left behind after fighting with Wang Donglin when he was held hostage during the Spring Festival.
He thought that she had been fighting all her life.
With the lustful man, with Wang Donglin, with Huang Ma... but I have never been able to protect her effectively.
It's already the rush hour after get off work, and in this world of bustling people and busy traffic, no one has time to care about a once-loving couple leaning against a street tree at the end of their rope.
Yan carefully flipped through the notebook page by page.
When her eyes fell on the rows of red marks, her heart seemed to be torn apart suddenly.
