Shen Ke watched helplessly as his attitude changed from conceited and determined, to uneasy, concession, and finally, an almost compromising plea...
He was begging her... to come back to him...
She doesn't deserve him to do this at all.
He is the eldest son of the Chief of the General Staff of the Army, Xi Xiangdong, a myth in the entertainment industry, and Mr. Xi who always has a plan in mind and is high-spirited!
He gave her the most lingering love, and also gave her the most heart-wrenching hurt. He was all her fantasies and hopes about love, and all the memories she collected, good and bad, were related to him.
Her life and her destiny were all changed because of him.
Shen Ke touched the ring on her finger. She had lost a little weight now and the ring seemed a little loose.
She couldn't quite explain what she felt in her heart. It wasn't the joy of regaining her old love. No matter how reluctant and sad she was when she took it off, once she really let go, it wasn't as sad as she imagined. Now, she has lost her love again. It was brought back to her in good condition. Apart from reminding her of the pain of parting with it, what else did it do?
She took a breath and asked, "Did you dig the grave?"
"Yes." He answered honestly, "I didn't believe it would be your tomb at the time, and I didn't believe you would die so quietly until..."
"Until you see the ashes." Shen Ke said for him what he couldn't continue. He paused and said calmly, "Jiang Xiaoou is dead."
Xi Xiangdong was startled, but it was expected.
If Xiaoou was still alive, she would not hide for four years like Shen Ke, because she loved Wan Lai and became crazy, and could not live without Wan Lai. But the woman in front of her... was obviously much more hard-hearted. .
The deceased was gone, and she did not want to repeat what Jiang Xiaoou had done. She turned her head to the bed and fell silent again.
Time trickled by, and she heard the sounds coming out of her throat, like the sound of two stones being squeezed out by friction: "The ring can be found back, but some things cannot be found back."
Xi Xiangdong watched her slowly take off the ring on her ring finger. The light in her black eyes instantly disappeared. The hand hanging by her side clenched tightly and then let go in despair.
After a long time, he asked with difficulty: "How do you know if you haven't tried it?"
Shen Ke's hand trembled when he let go of the ring. The ring was not stable. The ring stood up and rolled around on the glass coffee table, then fell to the ground. It made a small clang sound and spun around a few more times before stopping.
The two people's eyes followed the ring involuntarily until it stopped, and the panic and confusion on their faces was slowly replaced by a kind of stiff embarrassment.
No one bent down to pick it up, both of them just looked at it without speaking.
Finally, Shen Ke coughed and said, "I'm sorry."
Love comes and goes in just three words, either I love you or I hate you, or forget it, how are you, I'm sorry.
Xi Xiangdong laughed, shrugged, turned around and walked towards the door without looking back.
The man's leather shoes creaked on the damp and loose wooden floor, and then the door lock clicked.
He's gone.
The moment the door was locked, Shen Ke's shoulders trembled, and then everything became calm.
She lowered her eyelashes and looked at the abandoned ring on the ground, dazed for a long time.
Zhang Ailing said: If I have to leave you, I will not commit suicide, nor can I love anyone else.
I will just wither.
Shen Ke slowly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, withered and thin, and smiled bitterly.