At that time, he thought that he might be able to impress her, and he thought that it would take a long time to change her heart.
But since he started cheating, how can he be true to her again?
He doesn't deserve her sincerity.
Sheng Xin thought about it, then finished the glass of wine and stood up.
Zhuo Jian heard the movement and looked up at him, "Where are you going?"
"Go where I should go, take care of yourself."
Sheng Xin looked down at her, then picked up the coat next to him and left.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but call him: "Sheng Xin."
Sheng Xin stopped, but didn't look back.
He didn't dare to look back, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear what she said next.
"Happy New Year! Live a good life."
Next, Zhuo Jian just wanted him to be happy and live a good life.
Sheng Xin lowered his head, and the corners of his smile were bitter, but not entirely bitter.
He suddenly figured it out, then raised his hand and waved, and left.
Zhuo Jian heard the sound of the door closing and leaned back on the back of the sofa.
She didn't know what time it was when she returned to their house.
She didn't rush upstairs, but walked around carelessly downstairs.
This home is full of their memories.
At this moment, all that came to mind were the images of the two of them hugging each other and whispering intimately.
She accidentally touched the projector behind the TV, and suddenly two familiar people appeared on the wall behind.
They are wearing formal clothes.
It's getting married.
Zhuo Jian looked at the men and women inside, watching her walk towards him.
The weather was so nice that day.
That day, they promised in front of their relatives and friends that they would never give up on each other for the rest of their lives.
It is already a very distant thing, but when I look at it, why do I feel so happy?
Why am I suddenly so excited and uncomfortable, and then burst into tears.
She heard her own sobbing, and she was alone in this huge house.
She looked at the wedding with blurred vision, and slowly took a few steps back to reach the floor-to-ceiling window.
The cell phone on the sofa rang.
It's almost midnight.
Blessing messages come one after another.
Zhang Mingliang also called her and asked her: "Why didn't you come over? Did you go back to your old house again?"
Zhuo Jian wiped her tears, adjusted her mood, and said softly: "Yes."
"Oh, that's right. You should spend your time in the old house, not for anything else but for the sake of the children. You don't have to worry about me, Su Bai is here."
Zhang Mingliang told her on the phone, looking back at the man who had just come out of the kitchen.
Su Bai chose to spend the New Year with her. Zhang Mingliang was touched tonight. Su Bai stepped forward and hugged her from behind without disturbing her. He knew it was Zhuo Jian's call.
He knew that his little sister Jian must be very sad now and needed someone to talk to her.
He also wanted to say something to the person he had been jealous of since childhood, but where was that person?
They have been searching there for a long time, day and night, with constant wind and snow.
But he was nowhere to be found.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian agreed and looked at the newlyweds kissing in front of her, tears streaming down her face again unconsciously.
But she wasn't sobbing, she was very calm.
"Jian, what's wrong with you?"
But Zhang Mingliang heard that her um sound was wrong.
Zhuo Jian looked at the way the hero of the wedding looked at the heroine, and suddenly murmured: "Sister Meimei."