That day, when she hung up the phone for the last time, she was completely despairing.
How much do you have to hate someone to be so cold and cold as to hang up on her international calls again and again?
How impatient do you have to be to refuse calls for help from hell again and again?
If he doesn't even value your life, how can you expect him to truly love you?
How much of an idiot does a woman have to be to believe this excuse?
Love, at that moment, had long since died completely.
Just like a dead heart, it can't be warmed no matter what.
"Take care... I didn't know this was the case... At that time, I really didn't expect it to be so dangerous... It was my fault... I deserved to die... But, I can't make up for it..."
make up?
Can this be compensated?
If I really died, how would you make up for it? Would you pay me with your life?
"Wang Donglin, we know very well what kind of people you and I are... I'm sorry, I'm no longer interested in playing games with you. You have a bright future, and I don't dare to delay you. From now on, you can live your life, and I
Cross my single-plank bridge..."
"Thin... thin..."
Apart from calling her, he couldn't explain a word.
This kind of weakness angered her even more. She suddenly snatched the ring he kept in her palm with her hands. She still kept it on the ground and kicked it away: "Get away..."
His eyes followed the poor ring and saw the bright thing spinning on the floor. After a crisp sound, it lay down in the corner and became motionless.
He hugged her tightly, silently listening to her angry accusations, but burst into tears.
Somehow, she burst into tears.
In fact, this was the first time in a long time that she shed tears.
She didn't cry when he hung up the phone on her and gave up her hope; she didn't cry when she escaped from the airport and was desperate; even when the plane crash happened and she was frightened like a lost dog after learning the news, she didn't shed a single tear.
But now, tears are falling like rain, unable to be suppressed.
Women are really like eyeballs, they never hurt or get cold, but a little dust is enough to make her burst into tears.
But those hateful clutches refused to let go no matter what. Even if she struggled to the point of exhaustion, it was of no avail.
Women are inferior to others in this regard.
When she spoke again, it was also erratic: "Mr. Wang, please let me go. We can finally get together and part ways. Really, we have stopped loving each other a long time ago. Is it interesting to waste time like this?"
"..."
"Perhaps, you are not willing to pay for me in the past six or seven years. But, think about it, isn't it just money? Yes, money is very important, but you will not be hurt even if you spend this money.
Bone. Moreover, you have to think about it, I did not enjoy your benefits in vain, at least, I also spent six or seven years..."
A woman has given you her best years, what else do you want?
Even if a woman's youth is worthless at all and is not wasted on a man, it will be taken away by God - but you have enjoyed it after all, haven't you? Wasn't it just for the beauty of youth that you spent money in the first place?
The world is so cruel, which woman can really take advantage of a man for nothing?
"Mr. Wang, let me go!"
She was weak and helpless: "To put it harshly, wouldn't it cost a lot of money to find a young lady to hire a young model? Mr. Wang, didn't Lina and the others also spend a lot of money on you? Why did you die?
Are you clinging to me? Do you think I'm easy to bully? You don't have much support anyway, so even if you get tired of playing with me, you're still going to kill me for the rest of your life, right?"
