Having known him for such a long time, although he had pretended to be wronged several times before, this was the first time Shengge saw him crying seriously.
Is this really sad?
She sighed helplessly and said in a softer tone, "We agreed to act, but are you distracted?"
Feng Yunian said nothing and lowered his eyes, with a hint of brittle fragility in his dark eyes.
Yes, he got distracted, got stuck, and sank.
In the end, he was completely wounded by reality, and his heart ached.
Shengge has nothing to say. Only by staying awake from beginning to end can you not lose your judgment.
Acting is just acting, and what is fake can never come true. She has always understood this clearly.
Besides, do you want her to coax him?
impossible.
Moreover, she couldn't say anything comforting.
She turned around and was about to leave, then returned to a cold tone and said, "Sweep quickly, I'm asleep."
However, as soon as he took a step forward, Feng Yunian grabbed his wrist tightly from behind.
There was a tired look on her face, "Let go, I'm tired." She wanted to sleep.
Feng Yunian remained motionless and looked at her with red eyes, feeling extremely aggrieved.
"Shengge...can you love me sometimes and be considerate of me...it will always hurt if your heart is hurt for a long time."
His voice trembled slightly, with a hint of pleading in his low voice, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his hand held her wrist very hard.
Shengge's back was stiff and she stood motionless.
Will it hurt?
The answer is, yes.
But when these words came out of Feng Yunian's mouth, she felt strange.
"It's ridiculous. Who doesn't choose to let go after being heartbroken and disappointed? I have felt this pain before. Since you feel pain, you should let go as soon as possible. What I said to Ning Chengxu today,
Also given to you."
After she finished speaking, she forcibly broke Feng Yunian's hand and entered the villa without looking back.
But she didn't close the door this time, and Feng Yunian watched her figure go up to the third floor and finally disappear around the corner.
She was right, she had been hurt by him sincerely.
All this now is just him taking away the pain she once suffered.
He deserves it.
Feng Yunian didn't waste any more time and went to the back garden to get a broom and carefully sweep away all the fallen leaves in the garden.
The late autumn night was bitingly cold.
He only wore a thin white shirt, and his face was cold and pale. Even though he was doing a very ordinary thing with a wooden broom, he still looked dignified and dignified.
In the room on the third floor, Shengge didn't turn on the light.
She stood quietly behind the window and looked, her cold eyes not knowing what she was thinking.
After watching it for a few minutes, she withdrew her gaze indifferently and went back to sleep.
Feng Yunian kept sweeping until two o'clock in the morning before cleaning up the yard.
Because I only wore a single piece of clothing and was exposed to the cold wind for several hours, I caught a cold the next day as expected.
As soon as Shengge got up, she heard coughing from downstairs.
After washing and putting on makeup, she went downstairs and saw tall figures busy in and out of the kitchen, as well as steaming breakfast on the table.
Because he knew it was time for Shengge to get up at this time, Feng Yunian used his fist to block his thin lips every time he coughed, and coughed quietly.
Shengge stood in the stairwell and watched for a while, taking in all his little actions. She pursed her red lips lightly, said nothing, and walked down the stairs calmly.
Feng Yunian heard footsteps and turned around to see that Shengge was only wearing a black velvet long-sleeved dress with a snow-colored gauze skirt. Her small shoulders looked very delicate.