"I can deceive others, but I can't deceive myself..." She wiped away her tears and whispered, "I just hope that time can free me."
"One day, I will forget him."
Her love for him was like a habit. She could only stop when she left this place and couldn't see that person.
I heard that a person who is struck by the Bone-Transforming Cotton Palm will not die immediately. Instead, he will have to wait until the person tells him that you are dead before he knows, ah, I am already dead.
She is like this now, just waiting for someone to tell her, Su Qianqian, you are dead.
Then she died.
She waited for that day to come.
Completely given up on him.
As night gradually fell, her eyes were as deep as mist, and the colorful lights of the city fell on her face, like an ethereal mask, making it difficult for people to see her expression clearly.
Autumn nights are a bit more bleak and cold than summer nights.
The snacks and coffee on the table were gradually getting cold, and Yi Ningxia said, "It's time to go back."
Su Qianqian nodded.
Yi Ningxia waved her hand and asked the waiter to pay the bill. The waiter who came over was a young girl. She stared at Yi Ningxia while checking out: "Excuse me, are you..."
Yi Ningxia put her index finger to her lips and said "shush", then winked at her mysteriously.
"You are really...!" The waiter was so excited that he lowered his voice and screamed softly.
"I'm sorry, you got the wrong person." The man put on his sunglasses elegantly, smiled evilly at the waiter, turned around and pushed Su Qianqian away.
The little girl looked at Yi Ningxia's back a little blankly, unable to regain her composure for a while.
...After all, is it him?
Su Qianqian was pushed out, she smiled and said: "You are still so evil-minded."
Yi Ningxia took off her sunglasses and threw them to her, and asked with a smile: "Do you remember the last time when grandpa was buried?"
"What's wrong?" Su Qianqian looked up at him while holding his sunglasses.
"You know how I got rid of those annoying reporters?"
There was a childish and mischievous pride in his voice.
When Yi Lao was buried that time, many media reporters got wind of it, and the whole cemetery was packed. However, Yi Ningxia only went to say a few words that day and then came back. She didn't know what she said.
"What did you say?"
"I told them, whoever runs faster will be interviewed by me today."
Su Qianqian's eyebrows widened, she covered her mouth and said with a smile: "But you went back with us that day, and later asked for leave. You are so mean-spirited."
Yi Ningxia has always been famous for going her own way in the entertainment industry. She would never say a word during a press conference if she didn't want to answer. If she didn't want to come, she thought she wouldn't come. If it were an ordinary person, she would have been blocked by the media. How could she let this guy
It got mixed up to the point where it turned red and purple.
This guy is so evil-minded, but isn’t this evil-minded because of the pampering of media reporters?
Everyone is willing to watch him act like a big name and talk about his acting like a big name. Yi Ningxia has always been the darling of the media.
No matter how outrageous things he did, no matter how many media outlets smeared him, the number of his fans was always more and more.
They are really capable.
No matter how bad the script is, it will be a hit if he stars in it; no matter how bad the lyrics are, if he sings it, it will become a classic love song; just any street photo will be better than other star studio photos