Murong Fei gently took Li Xiangxue's hand, and when he touched the catkins that were colder than frost, his heart ached.
Thinking again that I was still doubting her motives yesterday, I felt even more guilty.
Regardless of the crowd at this time, he directly pulled her towards the tea house.
Everyone was in a bit of an uproar. Although they had always heard about the ambiguity between the eldest son of the Murong family and this Li Xiangxue, they were surprised to see most of them for the first time.
Lu Qingqing frowned slightly, but without saying anything, she rushed forward, untied her jacket and put it on Li Xiangxue, then snatched Li Xiangxue's hand away from Murong Fei's.
He took it from his hand.
"What are you doing?" Li Xiangxue's eyes flashed with annoyance. She had been frozen for nearly an hour, and her whole body was in severe pain. She had finally created a good situation, but this damn girl was planning to destroy it again.
"Miss Li, there are many people here and Qingqing is only afraid of ruining the reputation of the young lady and the young master, so Qingqing should support the young lady, right?"
"..." Li Xiangxue did not answer, but focused his gaze on Murong Fei's face.
She knew that haste makes waste. This girl had said such grand words. If she still insisted on letting Murong Fei hold her hand, it would inevitably make him doubt her.
But if Murong Fei refused, it would be different. His weak and sad eyes fell on that handsome face.
Murong Fei's heart moved, and he had the urge to pull back Li Xiangxue's hand, but when he touched Qingqing's calm and calm eyes, he was agitated, and he suppressed his thoughts and only nodded lightly:
"Qingqing's words make sense! I was careless!"
So, Li Xiangxue lowered his head and said nothing more.
Along the way, everyone seemed very silent. And the crowd of people watching gradually dispersed.
Lu Qingqing held her hand that was as cold as ice and couldn't help but smile in her heart. This cruel trick was indeed used brilliantly.
It was perfect for dealing with a kind-hearted person like Murong Fei.
Murong Fei took Li Xiangxue to a nearby teahouse, and then ordered the waiter to quickly serve a large pot of hot tea.
After Li Xiangxue drank two cups in one breath, he put down the tea cup. However, his white face, which was white from the cold, still looked very weak.
She bit her slightly blue lips and looked at Murong Fei, tears streaming down her face again.
Then, as if she couldn't control it, she lowered her head again, with a sad look on her face.
"Xiang Xue, what happened to you? You were fine yesterday, why can't you think about it today? Is it Lin Dajia... hurting you?"
"Uh... uh uh..." As soon as Li Xiangxue heard Murong Fei's question, her tears became more and more uncontrollable, flowing out like spring water.
But he choked his voice and didn't say a word.
Murong Fei was suddenly at a loss. He stretched out his hand, held her slightly warmer hand, and said anxiously to comfort her: "Xiang Xue, don't cry. If you need something, tell me. I'm here, so don't cry!"
"Fei, I'm not good, I'm not good at all... I'm really not good, I can't live like this anymore, I can't stand this kind of life, Lin Dajia... he's not a human being... I can't live like this anymore.
If I continue to be abused like this by him, I might as well die and live this remaining life..."
The sad voice came out intermittently, just like a word that ended the tragedy.
