Jiang Yunyou held the handle of the umbrella tightly, her lips turned white.

She suddenly laughed, mockingly: "Didn't you ask for it?"

Yanchen looked at her.

She just stared at the floor mat with lowered eyes, her face was cold and pale, and her hands were holding the umbrella handle tightly, even her joints were straining.

But didn't look at him.

He sneered.

This short sound was like a lead, igniting the tight string in Jiang Yunyou's body!

She suddenly closed her eyes.

During this period, her conscience and morality were constantly tormenting her and tearing her back and forth, leaving her exhausted.

She hates this!

She didn't want to fall into his gentleness again and again, and step into his trap step by step.

The scenes after the reunion skipped through her mind like a revolving lantern, frame by frame, page by page.

It reminds her all the time of what she has done!

But this is not enough.

He kept reminding her of what he had done with her, stabbing her with tenderness again and again.

Watch her struggle repeatedly.

"I'm going up."

She doesn't want to stay here.

As soon as he opened the car door, his wrist was grabbed by Yanchen.

The rainwater fell into the car along the edge of the car and fell on her hands, which were already wet.

One side is cold, the other side is hot.

She wanted to laugh.

Turning around, she met those dark eyes, and the lust in them made the last string in her heart break.

"Why are you holding me back? Remind me what I did to you when I was engaged to my fiancé? Really?"

She smiled, but her eyes were full of coldness.

"Am I particularly mean?"

"Click your fingers and I will obediently come up to you."

"Watching me being played around by you, watching me condemning myself while falling into your gentle trap, isn't it particularly interesting?"

"Are you satisfied?"

She was still laughing: "Doesn't it feel particularly fulfilling? Isn't it particularly exciting to have an affair with my fourth sister-in-law?!"

Each sound was louder than the last, as if all the anger was being vented at this moment.

Yanchen paused.

He obviously didn't expect Jiang Yunyou to be suddenly excited, and even the hand he was holding her felt a little at a loss.

Even a little panicked.

His lips moved, but Jiang Yunyou didn't give him a chance to speak.

She stopped laughing.

She looked at him, and the voice mixed in the rain was soaked in the coldness of the autumn rain, and her bones were chilled when she heard it:

"Yes! I have liked you, I like you very much, and I really didn't want to break up with you at the beginning."

"But so what?"

"It's been two years. Times have changed, and people will change! Emotions will also change! It's been two years, and I don't like you anymore!"

"You still like me?"

"How do you like it?"

She struggled to break away from his hand, withdrew her wrist, stared at him without blinking, and said loudly, word by word, "You don't like it, you just don't want to do it! You don't want me to dump you when I dumped you!"

"You are not willing to give in!"

"Do you really like me? If you really like me, why don't you dare to be upright and why do you have to be secretive?"

"Yanchen, ask yourself, do you really like me?"

...

His chest rose and fell violently, and Jiang Yunyou's eyes turned red.

There were held back tears in his eyes.

She stretched out her hand and wiped her face, moistening her palms.

she left.

I didn't even hold an umbrella, I swung the car door shut, and there was a "bang" sound, and water splashed everywhere.

She strode forward.

The pouring rain fell on her body, and within a few seconds, she was already soaked to the skin.

His face was already covered with rain.

She didn't know whether she cried or not.

His wrist was held by warm hands again.

She staggered and was pulled into a hard embrace that was equally wet but still tinged with heat.

Yanchen turned her around and looked down into her eyes.

"Is this what you think of me?"

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were stained by rain, as if a raging tide was covered under ice and would surge up at any time.

Jiang Yunyou couldn't get away.

She didn't want to struggle anymore.

She doesn't know what she is doing every day and what is the meaning of such a life.

Everything was messed up by her.

I love someone I shouldn’t love when I shouldn’t, and I can’t love someone I want to love when I want to love.

She has done too many wrong things.

One wrong step, one wrong step.

As of now, it is all her fault, it is her own fault, it is her own fault that makes her miserable.

"Yes, that's what I think."

She looked at him, she was still smiling, smiling with red eyes, but there was no proper love in her eyes.

"Can't I think so? Shouldn't I think so?"

she questioned.

"I dumped you, and you should hate me. You should entertain me, too! That's what I owe you!"

The tears had long been mixed with the rain, turning into cold liquid and tangled together.

"Is it enough?"

She looked at Yanchen, the rain dripping down her eyelashes, "I owe you enough, is it enough?"

Yanchen said nothing.

He opened his mouth, but found that nothing could come out.

It was like going back to two years ago in an instant, when he opened his mouth and no sound came out.

"That's enough, it's all over."

After Jiang Yunyou said the last sentence, he reached out and pushed him away.

But he hugged her stubbornly.

"Liangqing, do you understand what Liangqing is?"

Jiang Yunyou's voice was filled with tears: "Let me go, let yourself go, okay?"

She couldn't stand the way Yanchen was acting now.

He shouldn't be like this!

He should obviously be the boy who attracted all the attention back then, the talented and promising musical genius, the arrogant and shining star.
To be continued...