Zhuang Licheng chuckled: "Actually, I'm fine. It's because my mother and the others are poor and nervous. They insist on staying in the hospital for observation and observation. They will be officially discharged in a few days." He explained meaningfully, and then took the wedding dress catalog.
, continued: "I'll help you choose and make sure it looks good."
Murong Jing's smile gradually deepened, she proudly looked at Lin Jiyue out of the corner of her eye, nodded and said, "Okay, I like whatever you choose."
Their unobtrusive intimacy is like honey to you and arsenic to him.
What does it mean to be so close to each other? This is the case for Lin Jiyue and Zhuang Licheng.
If she hadn't held Su Qianqian's hand tightly to support her, Lin Jiyue felt that she didn't even have the strength to stand. She didn't have the courage to see him being nice to others. Even though that person was his soon-to-be-married wife, she couldn't bear to move away.
Opening her eyes, she hadn't seen him for a long time...
She missed him so much that she almost went crazy with her thoughts, but what could she do? She could only force herself to forget him, his smile, his goodness, forget that she had once walked with him so intimately, and forgot
He chose clothes for her and tied her shoes, forgetting the days they had been together.
But the strange thing is that these memories are more profound than every day before, like a drill that keeps drilling into her heart.
The heartbreaking pain spread to her limbs and bones. The pain made her whole body uncomfortable and she could hardly even breathe.
It turns out that just a mere encounter can be so heartbreaking. Her so-called strength is just a paper-thin disguise, but she gave up on him first, so she has no reason to blame him.
A dream that should have woken up long ago...
Su Qianqian grabbed Lin Jiyue's arm tightly and said in a very low voice: "Don't cry, no matter how uncomfortable it is, don't cry. You have to let him know that you can live well without him."
Lin Jiyue nodded numbly, and begged her with a lump in her throat: "Qianqian, let's go, can we go quickly?" If she didn't go, she was afraid that she would lose control.
"Okay." Su Qianqian asked the clerk to take her to the side door to wait. She went back to the fitting room and quickly changed her clothes. Unexpectedly, when she came out, she would see the man at the corner, his eyes fixed on her.
In a certain direction, she followed his gaze and looked up. It turned out that Lin Jiyue was standing there, her face so white that it was almost transparent, and her thin body seemed to run away in the wind.
Although Su Qianqian didn't know what kind of past they had, feelings in the world are often so helpless. They want to love but can't.
That day, Lin Jiyue got drunk for the first time in her life. She wanted to use alcohol to numb the nerves that were already hurting beyond hope. She didn't care whether Su Qianqian could understand or not. She kept talking for a long time, and then continued desperately.
Su Qianqian couldn't persuade her to drink, so she had to risk her life to accompany the gentleman. Unexpectedly, when the mood came, she also drank into a mess in the end, and the two female drunkards started shouting wildly in the box.
Su Qianqian tossed her shoes, stood on the sofa, pointed at Lin Jiyue and said, "You love him, and he loves you too, but you can't be together!" Then she turned and pointed at the tip of her nose, "I love him, he loves you too.
But you don’t love me, but we are getting married! Haha, it’s really ridiculous, so fucking ridiculous…”
Lin Jiyue was so dizzy from drinking that she couldn't hear what Su Qianqian was saying at all. She just held the bottle, giggling sometimes and bursting into tears. She kept mumbling Zhuang Tianyao's name, and her other senses were numb.