The light was a little dim, so she turned on the chandelier, and the melting light instantly illuminated the spacious interior.
He saw Su Qianqian curled up on the sofa in the corner with an extremely pale look, her hair disheveled, and a few empty beer cans scattered at her feet.
A hint of coolness slipped through Lin Jiyue's heart. How could such a bright and transparent person suddenly become like this? It was as if he would disappear as soon as the wind blew.
Lin Jiyue put her bag on the table and went to the rest room attached to the studio to wring out a hot towel. She quickly walked to Su Qianqian and sat down. She wanted to clean it up for her, but she grabbed her hand.
Take advantage of the situation and put your entire body weight on Lin Jiyue. At this time, friends are the backing and strong backing.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm not drunk either." Su Qianqian said.
But why not make people worry? Lin Jiyue lowered her head and looked at her lonely expression. It was obvious that she was vulnerable. Her eyes were a little sore, but she knew that what Qianqian needed at this time was to listen.
There was no expression on Su Qianqian's face. She felt numb all over. She seemed to be muttering to herself: "It turns out that I thought that as long as I loved him, it was enough. I didn't care whether he loved me or not. But I forgot
"I'm not a saint, I also have selfish motives. Seeing him treat her so well, I'm so jealous that I almost go crazy with jealousy."
"My ten years cannot compare to their ten years. I will never win." Su Qianqian's eyes were like a bottomless ancient well, filled with dead silence.
As she spoke, she said angrily like a child: "Actually, I don't want much. As long as he can look at me one more time, really, even if he smiles at me, I will be happy for a long time. He really
It’s so bad that he doesn’t even satisfy my small request.”
What Qian Qian said should be her husband Ming Ruiji, right?
Lin Jiyue once met Mingrui Si in a wedding shop. He was a very cold and stern man who was stingy about giving people a smile. He could only be described with a word popularized in TV novels, iceberg.
But she knew clearly that Qian Qian loved that person, to the core of her bones, and more than life, even though she never mentioned it much.
Lin Jiyue was about to say something, but Su Qianqian smiled to herself again: "But even if he is so bad and doesn't care about me, I still love him. Tell me, am I hopeless?"
Did you?" She looked at the paintings in the studio with a look that seemed lost in memories, "He may have forgotten that he used to say that I have a talent for painting and that my paintings are very beautiful..."
Su Qianqian stretched out her oily hand and raised the corners of her mouth bitterly. Thinking of today, she was injured at the same time as her, but he only saw that person in his eyes, only cared about that person, and blamed her for not knowing the severity. She
Immediately, I felt like my heart was being run over by a boulder, and it hurt like I couldn't breathe.
Then he kept talking for a long time.
Later, Su Qianqian seemed to have figured it out and gradually calmed down, but Lin Jiyue knew that she was still crying, and she didn't fall asleep on the sofa until she was tired from crying.
Others say that women are fragile, but in fact they are not. It is women who give men the opportunity to hurt her. In the final analysis, it is for love that a moth flies to the flame and throws away everything.
Lin Jiyue put aside her sympathy, took a spare blanket and tucked it in for Su Qianqian, and slowly cleaned up the mess on the floor. When she had time to sit down, she looked sideways and saw that Su Qianqian was still sleeping deeply.