Beiming Shaoxi's eyes turned red, he lit the lighter and burned the photos to ashes one by one.
The arrogant flames swallowed him up, and he didn't even notice when his fingers were burned...
Bang.
His crippled body fell off the bed, and Beiming Shaoxi stood up holding on to the bed rail.
"Master, where do you want to go?" Weir hurriedly gave him a hand. Seeing the young master's dejected look, he felt very uncomfortable.
Beiming Shaoxi pursed her pale lips tightly, pushed Weir away, and walked into the bathroom.
There is a couple's toothbrush cup on the washstand, and the two toothbrushes are close to each other...
Beiming Shaoxi picked up the cup and seemed to see Ji Anan sitting in his arms and brushing his teeth.
Beiming Shaoxi, you have hands and feet and you can’t do it yourself?
I am only responsible for brushing your body, your primitive jungle...
During these three years, the living room had remained exactly the same as it had been when she lived with him.
No one is allowed to touch her things, and they are cleaned regularly.
Beiming Shaoxi threw her cup and toothbrush into the trash can, as if something in her heart was torn.
…
Taking off the bath towel she had used, it seemed as if the bathtub was filled with white bubbles. Ji Anan pulled the bath towel to cover her body in panic, and became very angry:
Beiming Shaoxi, are you a voyeur? Get out of here...
I don't mind letting you look at me enough to make it even.
…
The bookshelf is filled with complicated financial and political books, and a few British classics are very inconsistent.
Beiming Shaoxi pulled it out. This was her favorite story. He did not forget to hold her in his arms on a warm sunny afternoon and force her to read the most exciting passage in the story.
Page 93, paragraphs 4 to 12, read it out loud.
Are you so childish as to look at love? What are you doing... Where are you touching...
Read, I will let you go.
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Even the pens used by Ji Anan were put in the drawer and he cherished them very much.
I did nothing wrong, why do you punish me to write your name?
You have another man in your heart, and you call him by his name in your dreams... You are right, then I was wrong?!
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Ji Anan smashed his pillow, Ji Anan wore his shirt, Ji Anan's commonly used curling comb...
Beiming Shaoxi sorted out the things that belonged to her in the room, and a trash can was full.
She had never given him anything, and she had never asked him for anything in her life.
That's why her presence in his life was so pitiful.
Beiming Shaoxi's eyes were scarlet, and the angry water vapor condensed in his eyes. He pulled his lips and smiled strangely, and the tears dripping down were thicker than blood.
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They did not hold a wedding banquet or take wedding photos.
This is probably a regret that Beiming Shaoxi will never let go of in his life...
He drew it carefully for her, and he looked at it again and again during the three years she was gone.
He knew every subtle expression of hers by heart, and it was her look when he closed his eyes. Even if he never reviewed it in his life, it would still be engraved in his mind and he would never forget it.
He was shot, and when he was dying, he heard her voice. When he woke up with a strong will to survive, she disappeared.
"Master, these... do you really want to throw them away?" Weir was shocked. "Master, these... do you really want to throw them away?" Weir was shocked.
These ordinary daily necessities are worthless in the eyes of outsiders, but the young master has been paranoid to protect them for three years...
One time, a servant accidentally broke the mug Ji Anan was drinking milk from. He was so angry that he pieced it together with special clay and treated it as a treasure.