chapter Five

These words were like a sharp sword piercing Duan Qingwei's heart. He finally couldn't restrain the piercing pain caused by the pain. He suddenly ignored everything, pulled her shoulders hard, and asked her with red eyes: "You

If you say you are not Xiaowei...then who are you! Who are you!"

His voice was trembling.

He couldn't accept her treating him like a stranger and completely rejecting their past.

He will never accept it!

Huang Renxuan bit her lower lip. She broke free from the entanglement of his hands and looked at him calmly: "My name is really not Xiaowei... Officer, please respect yourself."

Huang Renxuan turned around and left.

Duan Qingwei took advantage of the situation and grabbed her hand that had been thrown away, holding her hand tightly in his. He pulled her face with his hand and stared straight at the face that haunted him.

He said word by word: "I will remember your face until I die! Xiaowei... why do you deceive yourself?" Huang Renxuan almost lost control and interrupted him, "I told you I am not Xiaowei! Let go now

I!"

Duan Qingwei hugged her tightly, this hug seemed as far away as a century away - as if this could keep her by his side.

Huang Renxuan's chest heaved violently as she tried to break free from his arms, but Duan Qingwei's strong arm strength prevented her from breaking free.

"Do you know how much I've missed you over the years..."

Duan Qing's hot breath was right next to her ear, and she felt a warm current slowly flowing into every part of her body, allowing them to invade her senses wantonly.

Huang Renxuan suddenly blushed and her heart beat. She wanted to stabilize her mentality. She panicked and ran away from Duan Qingwei's arms.

When Duan Qingwei reluctantly pulled Huang Renxuan back -

"What are you doing?!" Ouyang Huan looked gloomy and glared at Duan Qingwei, who was holding Huang Renxuan's hand. In anger, he strode forward, pulled Huang Renxuan to his side, and put his arms around her waist.

"Officer, I have already thanked you for what happened last time. I don't know what else you want to do with my girlfriend this time?"

Duan Qingwei ignored his words, but looked at the hand around Huang Renxuan's waist with a cold eyebrow. He felt it was too dazzling.

"Officer, this is my boyfriend. We just came back from abroad and listened to your conversation... You should have met last time... And my name is not the Xiaowei you said... Please don't say it again in the future.

Calling other people random names without knowing it.”

This approach seemed to give her the pleasure of revenge.

Huang Renxuan held Ouyang Huan's hand intimately, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth to meet Duan Qingwei's gaze as she looked at her.

Duan Qingwei's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly dimmed. After a while, he suddenly laughed to himself.

"Then why did you blurt out my name after seeing me last time?"

Huang Renxuan pretended to smile slightly at Duan Qing, but there was a guilty conscience that could not be concealed in her eyes, "I guess the police officer had a hallucination last time..." Huang Renxuan paused and continued: "Officer, why don't you stay with me?

Instead of wasting time arguing with me, you could spend your time catching criminals. There were a lot of unsolved cases in the past, right?"

After saying that, Huang Renxuan took Ouyang Huan and returned to the ward.

Ouyang Huan leaned against the window, still looking at Huang Renxuan on the hospital bed with a livid face.

"I think you need to explain to me who the policeman is?"

"He... is my ex-boyfriend."

"Besides that incident, the reason why you have always been gloomy is more because of him, right?"

Huang Renxuan looked out the window with dull eyes, her eyes still unfocused.

When I was young, I was really extravagant and unscrupulous.

Plunging headlong into an unknown destiny and insisting on youth without hesitation is futile.

They thought that by running in the direction of the sun, they would be able to welcome the perfection of the world, but how could the gears carrying them catch up with the speed of the setting sun? It was still designed, tampered with, and filtered by the unknown fate. In the end, it was the return of force majeure.

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