When Huang Ma heard the word "prison", her face turned pale with fright: "Xiaojue...this...are you not scaring us? The Zhou family is so powerful...Besides, Zhou Ting likes you very much..."
"Mom, if you want to visit me in prison one day, or if I die mysteriously or something, then you can continue to indulge Yang Wei and your sister...otherwise, you should stop interacting with them!"
Huang Ma couldn't believe it.
After a long while, he said sarcastically: "Xiaojue, is it really so scary? In fact, we are not doing it for your own good..."
Huang Xiaojue had already walked to the door and turned back, surprisingly calm: "Yes, I know you have always been good to me, so good that even my wife was beaten away. Mom, ask yourself, are you really doing it for my good or for my own good?"
To satisfy your vanity in front of your mother’s family?”
He turned around and left without saying goodbye to his parents.
Huang Ma chased after her: "Son, son..."
Huang's father grabbed her and said in a deep voice: "What my son said always makes sense. Old woman, if you don't restrain yourself, you will harm your son for the rest of his life."
For several nights, the moon and stars were sparse.
The wind carries the faint fragrance of summer flowers.
There is a long ginkgo corridor, with green ginkgo trees on both sides, standing gracefully, some even hanging small green fruits. Next to it is a calm small lake, with water lilies blooming in the center of the lake.
The street lights were very dim, and Huang Xiaojue sat down on a long chair.
In the building opposite, all the lights have dimmed.
After a while, he took out his cell phone.
I haven't called this number for almost a year. Even if I meet occasionally, there will never be any communication or dialogue, even if I don't know each other.
However, he wanted to see her tonight.
Very, very eager.
Just like how many times we have passed by each other...it seems calm on the surface, but who knows what's going on inside?
No matter how deep-hearted a person is, how can others see the festering corruption?
That kind of pain slowly almost buried his entire being.
As time went by, I thought that I had become numb and didn't care anymore, and that the past was over. However, I didn't expect that the wound was in the deepest part of my soul. After so long, blood was still dripping from the knife.
Tonight, I suddenly lost control completely.
I don’t want to keep pretending anymore, can’t I?
Xixi, I have always loved you, but I have never been worthy of loving you.
He was eager to see her, even just to hear her voice.
After ringing for a long time, the phone finally got connected.
"Carefully..."
The other party remained silent.
"Careful!"
He was also silent, unable to say anything he actually wanted to express.
For a long, long time, Yan Xixi thought he had hung up the phone. Just when she was about to hang up, she heard him let out a long sigh.
Yan Xixi still remained silent.
Did it start with the fight with Huang's mother? By the time he sent the embarrassing video to Yang Wei, his feelings for Huang Xiaojue no longer existed at all.
Huang Xiaojue, you have never really understood me - my whole life, I have been pursuing a sense of security - you have never given me this feeling.
But now I don't need it anymore.
Only I can make myself feel safe.
"Take care...I'm sorry..."
She heard the wind carrying his sigh from the phone.
"Xixi, I hurt you every time..."
She finally spoke, her voice surprisingly cold: "Huang Xiaojue, are you going to plead for Yang Wei again?"
