Zhuo Jian looked at him in surprise for a few seconds, and soon said calmly and calmly, "It's been a long time."
"Is it before my accident or after my accident?"
he asked again.
Zhuo Jian was stunned for a moment and then asked, "What's the difference?"
"Even if the Chengcheng incident made you decide never to see me again, you still loved me at that time, right?"
"right."
After a long while, Zhuo Jian responded to his sudden aggression.
But, why did you suddenly say that?
That period of darkness was something she thought they would never mention again in this life.
"Is that when I control you and don't let you get on the plane with Sheng Xin? Or is it earlier, or later."
He didn't drink, but he suddenly became stubborn.
"Why are you asking these questions?"
"answer me."
Fu Yanye suddenly gritted his teeth and looked at her.
He seemed a little excited.
Looking at him like this, Zhuo Jian's heart felt like it was being churned by a meat grinder.
"I, can't tell."
"Why can't you explain clearly? The night before my accident, you told me drunkenly that you still loved me, that is...after that, but during that time we put aside our past grudges, and it was still very good, that is, we still love me
From now on, when you get me back from Lin Ruxiang abroad, Zhuo Jian, that’s the time, right?"
He seemed to be trying hard to prove something.
Zhuo Jian looked at him like this and felt heartbroken.
"Maybe."
I really can't tell.
In the past few years, she felt that she had been tortured by him back and forth, and she had almost forgotten her original intention.
I can't seem to remember anything, if I don't mention it.
She can spend the rest of her life peacefully, and she can laugh off the occasional pain in her heart.
"What would have happened to us if you hadn't found me then?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in confusion, wondering what was going on with him at this moment.
It's so unlike him.
She shook her head and smiled bitterly, "I don't know, Fu Yanye, stop guessing about things that haven't happened. Even if we are separated, I still hope you have a good life."
"At this moment, I really hate you."
Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes and said that sound in the quiet space.
He really hates her.
Why do you still bless him so calmly when you don’t love him?
Why do you still act like a good person even if you don't love him?
Obviously, he is a cold-blooded killer.
She broke his heart.
Then he smiled gently and said that he hoped he would have a good life in the future.
Fu Yanye thought she was funny, looked at her one last time, then turned and walked out.
Zhuo Jian reflexively turned her head to look at his back. He was walking resolutely.
Does he still hate her?
Zhuo Jian also found it unbelievable. All kinds of emotions were already welling up in her heart. She sat down on the sofa and fell into a long repressed silence.
The car lights outside came on and then left.
The rain started falling at the right time.
The wedding invitations of Chen Xiang and Shen Moli were also placed on the coffee table. The particularly eye-catching red color formed the sharpest contrast with the atmosphere of the home at this time.
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Chen Xiang and Shen Moli's wedding has been postponed to the end of the month, August 28th.
Zhuo Jian and Ouyang Ping were shopping that day to choose gifts for Shen Moli, but when they were choosing gifts, Ouyang Ping suddenly asked: "What are you going to give Fu Yanye for his birthday in two days?"