Jiang Lan slowly stretched out her hand and picked up a handful of ashes on the ground. When the wind blew, they flew away from her hand.

She raised her head helplessly and looked at Lu Jingchi.

He stared at her condescendingly, taking it for granted, as if what he destroyed was just some worthless garbage.

In his eyes, she was just like these rubbish. Her friends, her, and everything she cared about were worthless in his eyes.

Jiang Lan got up from the ground and gestured: Why? Why do you do this to me?

Lu Jingchi took a step forward, stretched out his hand, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and whispered: "These things shouldn't be here."

"I told you, stay away from Si Ning, why don't you want to be obedient?"

She even bit him for this piece of crap.

Jiang Lan: Can’t I even have a friend?

"Me is enough for you, what kind of friend do you want?" His voice was very gentle, but to Jiang Lan's ears, it was creepy.

Jiang Lan stared at him with cold eyes, as if they were colder than the wind.

She subconsciously took a step back: I have always only had you. Ever since I was a child, I have only had you, but there are many people around you, but not me...

Jiang Lan: Who am I in your heart? A cat or a dog?

Lu Jingchi stared at her and said nothing for a long time.

Jiang Lan gestured with stiff fingers, tears streaming down her face: I am a human being, I am not a kitten or puppy, I have a heart, I will be sad, I will be sad, but you never care.

Jiang Lan: I don’t want to be like a puppy, sitting at home every day, eagerly looking forward to your return, and then waiting for you to pat your head and wag its tail happily.

She moves slowly, and every stroke contains her heartbroken cry.

However, she was speechless, her movements made no sound, and it was impossible to tell that her heart was bleeding every time she moved her fingers.

Lu Jingchi won't know either, he will never know.

Just like puppies can't speak, they will never know the grievances of puppies. Only they know it in their own hearts, and they can only squat in the corner silently and lick their wounds.

She stood in the cold wind and gestured in front of him. His expressionless look made her look like a clown.

Jiang Lan slowly stopped moving, his hands hanging weakly on his sides, and a hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

That is more helpless and bitter than sadness and despair.

Lu Jingchi reached out to pull her, but she put her hands behind her back and avoided him.

His eyes darkened, he grabbed her arm and pulled her over.

The man held her in his arms and whispered: "You are not a puppy or a kitten. You are my family, a family that no one can replace. You were and are now."

He said: "You are my little friend."

Jiang Lan tightened her fingers, but she didn't want to be his family, what she wanted was...the kind of love he had for Xia Yan.

Jiang Lan stared at the man, and the breeze picked up the confetti on the ground, lingering back and forth between the two of them.

Her eyes were like sparks struggling in the ashes on the ground. After several struggles, she finally became calm.

Jiang Lan: I have grown up.

She tried to tell him that she was no longer the child she was before, she was already twenty-four years old.

But he still looked at her as before, and told her that he liked her, and he liked her cheaply.

She is like a beggar. Every time she wants a little love from him, he turns a blind eye and refuses to even give charity.

Then tell her that this door will never be closed, you will always beg here and you will not be able to go anywhere.

He touched the corners of her eyes with his fingers and whispered: "When you grow up, you can't cry anymore."

Jiang Lan lowered his eyes, did he really not understand?
Chapter completed!