877. Chapter 877 No matter why you are, I will never forgive you
Chapter 877 No matter what your reasons are, I will never forgive you (20)
"Grandma, if it rains, you will get wet!" Li Wanqing, who rushed to Fujiwara's side, looked at the dense rain in the sky and dragged Fujiwara's arm.
"He will be your fiancé. He is standing there, do you still want to stay in the house?" Fujiwara Xiang glared at her dissatisfied, threw away her hand, and strode to Feng Hao's side regardless of everyone's obstruction.
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She didn't speak or persuade, let alone let the people below hold an umbrella for her. She just stood quietly one step away from Feng Hao, facing the rain, and looked at him heartbroken.
Li Wanqing had no choice but to stand in the rain with Fujiwara Kaori. Because she came out of the house, her clothes were very thin, just a purple woolen sweater with watercolors and a pair of black woolen clothes.
skirt.
In just a moment, her carefully done makeup and hair were in a mess, and her clothes were soaked.
The rainwater rushing around was pouring down her neck, making her shiver from the cold.
Is this paying for the mistakes Xia Yucheng made?
Li Wanqing bit her lip, with resentment in her eyes.
She secretly glanced at Feng Hao. The tall figure of the man stood there motionless, showing no intention of leaving.
Do you want to stand there until dawn?
She was a little cold, she could no longer bite her teeth, she was trembling, and her body began to tremble.
"Ming... Caritas... the old lady's body..." Li Wanqing quietly reached out and pulled off the Caritas beside her.
Of course, Caritas didn't dare to move or really say anything, so she lowered her voice and said, "Miss Li, if you can't stand it anymore, please go back to the house!"
Li Wanqing curled her lips in dissatisfaction. Everyone was here, how could she get back to the house?
She gritted her teeth suddenly and looked at the wind in the rain. The rain blurred her vision. Thinking about the day after tomorrow, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.
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At one o'clock in the morning, Lu Licheng was sitting on the sofa in the hotel, looking at Xia Yucheng who was lying on the bed with distress.
From the time she left the Feng family until now, she has been lying there with her back to him, not moving, crying, or talking. He knew that it was not that she was not sad, nor that she was not sad, but that the pain in her heart could not find an outlet.
That's all.
In the corner, there is Xia Yucheng's suitcase, which was delivered by the Feng family's servant in the evening.
In Kyoto, everything is naturally within Feng Hao's sight.
"Chengcheng," Lu Licheng shouted. Seeing that she didn't move, he stood up and walked to the other side of the bed. Xia Yucheng had her eyes closed, but listening to her breathing, it was obvious that she was awake.
"Chengcheng," he whispered again, "get up and eat something! Aren't you hungry after sleeping for so long?"
Xia Yucheng still didn't move, with an unusually calm expression on her pale face.
"Isn't it obvious why I came and why you left? If I hurt you in this way, it is definitely not my intention. You must know that I will be more sad than you if I hurt you and make you uncomfortable.
.As long as you can stay today, you will not leave with me, so since we have left, if you want to cry, just cry happily. If you collapse, don’t you still have me? Chengcheng, I said
Can you understand these?"
After a long period of silence, Xia Yucheng finally opened her eyes. She looked at Lu Licheng standing beside the bed and whispered softly: "I understand!"
Yes, I understand, but that wounded heart that is riddled with holes cannot be healed quickly in an instant.