At that time, he was in a panic, thinking that he must have made her angry, and he apologized to make up for it, but in the end, what he got in exchange was the news that he was getting engaged to another man.

She was indeed sorry for herself. If it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't have been suppressed by Mu Yihan.

"If you want to apologize, then I've received it." Xu Zekai's hands turned pale and he laughed at himself, "Now I have found the woman I love, and my career..."

"You don't love her, you don't love that Chu Huaxin at all. She is just a way for you to take revenge on me." Yang Jingyi interrupted his unfinished words sharply, raising her head and looking at him with burning eyes.

"Otherwise you wouldn't have chosen to get engaged to her in the hotel where I got engaged the day before my engagement. Even before that, we didn't know that such a woman existed. She was just a tool for you to take revenge on me."

After revealing his thoughts for so many years word by word, Yang Jingyi staggered towards him and grabbed his collar tightly, "You will only love me, Yang Jingyi, before, now and in the future."

"In the past two years, the only thing you haven't deserved is your extraordinary self-confidence." He sneered, but his eyes became colder and colder.

"You know best whether I am confident or not. Otherwise, as soon as I called you on April 1st, you would have dropped everything to pick me up. Otherwise, why would you show up here tonight? Why would you come up with a piece in my size so promptly?

A white dress?" There was a stubborn light in her eyes, and Yang Jingyi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "Because you know that I always only wear white, and because you know my size."

"Akai, am I overconfident or are you deceiving yourself?"

Yang Jingyi stared at him deeply, as if she wanted to see into the depths of his soul, with a confident and slightly proud light in her eyes.

Xu Zekai was as motionless as a piece of wood, his dark eyes looking confused and distracted as he looked at that gorgeous and natural face.

…

When she returned home and turned on the light, Chu Huaxin did not expect that he would appear here.

Looking at the lonely figure sitting on the sofa, she tightened her hand holding the bag, pursed her lips and walked past him in silence, not wanting to be grabbed by him.

"Why did you come back so late?" The low-pitched questioning made Chu Huaxin frown. He didn't want to answer and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he held it tighter.

He raised his eyes, touched the sky blue, thought of the yellow lying in the trash can, and asked sharply, "Why throw it away?"

The fingertips curled up slightly, and Chu Huaxin knew that he was talking about the dress.

"Throw it away when it's dirty."

There was no emotion in the indifferent voice. Chu Huaxin stared at his haggard Junya who seemed to have been hit by something. His eyes flashed and he said, "There is only one room. If you want to rest here, just sleep on the sofa. I will go back to the hospital tomorrow."

Something happened."

She wanted to withdraw her hand, but he grabbed it too hard, and Chu Huaxin clearly felt that her wrist was red.

"It's dirty. If it's dirty, you don't want it anymore?"

Meeting his stubborn eyes, Chu Hua paused, "Since it's dirty, why keep it? It's better to throw it away."

The hand holding her gradually loosened, and Xu Zekai sat there with a dazed look, but in his mind, every detail of the past ten years with Yang Jingyi was being replayed like a movie.

If it's dirty, you don't need it. But if you have feelings? Can you still throw it away so freely and freely?

She looked at him deeply and wanted to say something, but in the end she pursed her lower lip and turned around and entered the room.

The night in Jincheng in April was still a bit chilly. Thinking of Xu Zekai in the living room, Chu Huaxin couldn't bear to ignore it.

He got up, took out the quilt, opened the door, and found that the light in the living room was still on, but he fell asleep with just his clothes on.

He seemed to be dreaming something and kept mumbling.

Chu Huaxin walked in, shook off the quilt and was about to cover him up, but she heard the hoarse voice with a hint of vulnerability and pain, "I don't love you, I don't want to love you anymore!"

Chu Hua's eyes made Chu Hua pause, "Since it's dirty, why keep it? It's better to throw it away."

The hand holding her gradually loosened, and Xu Zekai sat there with a dazed look, but in his mind, every detail of the past ten years with Yang Jingyi was being replayed like a movie.

If it's dirty, you don't need it. But if you have feelings? Can you still throw it away so freely and freely?

She looked at him deeply and wanted to say something, but in the end she pursed her lower lip and turned around and entered the room.

The night in Jincheng in April was still a bit chilly. Thinking of Xu Zekai in the living room, Chu Huaxin couldn't bear to ignore it.

He got up, took out the quilt, opened the door, and found that the light in the living room was still on, but he fell asleep with just his clothes on.

He seemed to be dreaming something and kept mumbling.
Chapter completed!