I've been stupid with my mouth since I was a child, and often people are just sad for a moment when nothing happens to them. There are many examples of my mouth making others sad for ten and a half months.
Now I really can't find any words of comfort, so I said that. In my heart, I actually hope that Yan Xiaoqing will tell me that what the two bastards said just now are all fabrications.
Because the word "child molester" is too heavy, it means the same as the real identity of the queen of the world is a prostitute.
God shouldn't be so cruel to Yan Xiaoqing.
Yan Xiaoqing raised her chin: "What they said...is true."
Boom... The head that had just been torn apart was blown into paste. My body swayed, and Yan Xiaoqing quickly grabbed me around the waist and hugged me, thus averting a disaster.
"Hurry up." Yan Xiaoqing warned displeasedly.
But now I feel difficulty breathing, my head has stopped working, no one can understand my feelings, no matter how dignified a prince is, how can he be treated as a pedophile... I can't believe it, this is absolutely impossible
it is true.
"What's your expression?" Slender, warm fingers pinched my chin, and smiling eyes scanned my face back and forth, taking in everything on my face.
"I...I'm a bit...a bit..." At this time, I couldn't form a complete sentence, but the client actually kept smiling at me as if nothing happened.
"I don't need anyone's pity. So, you don't have to feel sad for me." He looked at it for a long time. Although there was a smile on his face, his voice was very cold.
This is indeed the case. Yan Xiaoqing and Xia Yan are both proud people. Proud people hate being pitied and pitied by others because they feel that such friendship is an insult to their pride.
And I have absolutely no pity or sympathy, I just feel sad and feel unfair for him.
God is so unfair, why should this man of unparalleled elegance and ambition be subjected to such a dirty and obscene past?
Although no one standing on a high place would have a blank sheet of paper, Yan Xiaoqing's paper was already completely black.
This means that if Yan Xiaoqing wants to reach the top of the mountain, he needs a hundred times more strength than others.
Now, here he is overlooking everything, and how miserable and desolate was his journey up here?
I deeply feel that my vision is small and I only see the painful side of others, but I cannot see that behind this suffering is such a powerful soul.
"Yan Xiaoqing, I'm proud of you." I actually laughed. This smile was not far-fetched at all, it came from my heart.
His hazy eyes raised his eyebrows in slight surprise: "Huh?"
"Really, you are amazing. Looking at it from another perspective, if I were you, I would never be like you today."
"Comparing me with you?" He said with a slightly disgusted tone.
I quickly realized my mistake and added: "It would be the same if it were Xia Yan."
Hearing Xia Yan's name, Yan Xiaoqing said, "Will he tell you about the humiliation and suffering he has suffered?" he asked.
I thought for a while: "It seems not."
"No man is willing to expose his unsightly side to others." Yan Xiaoqing's eyes suddenly became sharp.
ps: I feel like I was tired of writing yesterday. I wrote until four o'clock. I have read every one of your long comments, as if you were waiting for my article, hehe.
