Only he himself knows whether this engagement is crisis public relations or not.
As long as Ouya could stay by his side, he would be happy to be in crisis management for the rest of his life.
But with his courtesy, waiting, and tolerance... in the end, he only had to wait for her to say: I can no longer be with you...
Manji's eyes turned cold for an instant.
Densely glowing with danger.
"I'm sorry..." Ouya said softly.
If it weren't for her, Manji wouldn't have become so passive.
"You should know that this is not what I want to hear." Manji reached out and grabbed her hand, looking at her seriously, "Xiaoya, you really can't give me another chance? You should be very
Clearly, no matter what happens, I just want you to stay by my side. Let’s let the past go, okay?”
"Can't make it through..."
"It will definitely pass!" Manji suddenly stood up, walked to the sofa, stretched out his hand to pull the person into his arms, "I will try my best to give you happiness and make you forget that person."
"..." Ou Ya's body froze for a while before she stretched out her hand to push him away.
Lowering his eyes, "It has nothing to do with anyone, it's just my own heart that I can't handle."
She could never forget the man who had made a huge mark in her life, or perhaps, she simply didn't want to forget him.
Di Yating's impulsiveness that night hurt her, but it also gave her a reason to get away from Manji.
She finally understood that a home without love was not what she expected after all.
"Mangji, I'm sorry..."
"..."
Manji's hand holding her body loosened inch by inch.
He had already expected her answer, and there wasn't even any unnecessary disappointment on his face.
But the unwillingness in his pupils became more and more intense.
"...I understand. You can live here peacefully. If you really don't want to attend the dinner, I will arrange another female companion."
"No, I'll go with you." Ou Ya's hand grasped the hem of her clothes a little tight, "I just hope that this is the last time."
Realizing that what she said was too decisive, Ou Ya quickly explained, "I'm just worried that if I'm too public now, it will be bad for you when we separate."
"I know." Manji narrowed his eyes, a trace of sadness flashed across his deep eyes.
Do you have to remind him so early that they will be separated sooner or later?
Ou Ya, I am not willing to give in. You are almost mine. Do you know how unwilling I am?
The man's hands clenched into fists silently.
Before he lost control, he stood up and said, "I have other things to do. Let Hamed help you choose a dress."
"Okay." Ou Ya stood up and looked at his hurried figure stepping out of the door, her eyes drooping slightly.
She didn't know if this was the right thing to do, she just missed it once and didn't want to make the same mistake again and again.
If she had been able to face her heart calmly, she might not have hurt Manji so much.
"Miss Ou, this is the dress for the dinner. If you don't like it, I will have someone send another batch over." Hamed quickly led the group of servants to move the dress in again.
Stand respectfully in front of Ou Ya.
"No need to go to such trouble, just keep this one and take the others." Ou Ya casually pulled out a crystal blue fish-man dress and responded lightly.
The slender cut and close-fitting design are very suitable for tall Ou Ya.
