13. If she doesn't want you, she won't stand there waiting for you (3)
"Why do you look so ugly? Stop drinking, do you hear me? www
A waiter walked past Mu Yiyi carrying a plate. She caught up with him in a few steps and took another glass of red wine in her hand. Then she walked through the long corridor filled with art and came to a small corner hall.
There was no one in the small hall and it was very quiet.
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the patter was disturbing people's hearts.
Mu Yiyi stood in front of the window, leaning on the window railing, staring at the rainy night illuminated by street lights, and warm tears fell one by one.[
In the Chu family, except for her father, she received almost no attention from anyone.
She dreamed that one day the boy would come to her, hold her hand and lead her around the world.
She went to learn painting and Taekwondo to fulfill this dream.
Because painting can earn living expenses while wandering, Taekwondo can prevent him from becoming a burden when he encounters danger.
I have been dreaming about it for so many years, and I must have been preparing for it for so many years, but in the end... it was all in vain. It was really just a dream, a dream that I could never wake up from, and that could not be realized.
God is so cruel. The dream I had for eleven years was shattered overnight!
Is it destined? She was born unworthy of any emotion?
"Mu Yiyi, you are destined to get nothing!" She whispered, tears like a river bursting its banks, but she did not dare to make a sound.
Suddenly, there was a faint burst of laughter and applause, and she knew that it was Han Zhenyu proposing to his sister.
She should be happy and go out to bless them in person, but she couldn't go out and didn't dare to go out.
At this time, my heart felt like it had been cut into pieces by a blunt knife, and every piece was dripping with blood.
She could imagine Han Zhenyu's affectionate style and her sister's shyness without even looking at him.
"Promise him, promise him..." People's laughter came from across the hall from time to time.
Unable to bear the pain in his heart any longer, Mu Yiyi ignored the fact that he was still wearing high heels and an evening dress, and opened the glass door of the small hall leading to the garden.
She lifted up her skirt and hurried down the steps.
The rain was pouring down, and the splashing rain under her feet stained her dress. She didn't care about it anymore and ran out of the Han family's door quickly.
How could this happen? She kept asking in her mind, why was the boy in her dream actually Han Zhenyu?
He is as gentle as jade, handsome and elegant, and he is definitely the kind of man who can make any girl's heart beat. But no matter how good he is, he is still engaged to his sister Chu Ruoyu.
Slowly, her pace slowed down, her hair and clothes were soaked by the rain, her makeup was messy, and she was in a state of embarrassment.[
She leaned against the wall, covered her face, and sobbed softly.
What a joke fate had played on her!
She often went to that milk tea shop just to sit in front of the window, stare at the alley, and recall the strong hand reaching out to her in the rain.
She often imagined that the boy's eyes must be very charming, firm and energetic. Suddenly, Han Zhenyu's handsome face appeared in her mind.
"Brother Zhenyu...how could it be you? How could it be you?" She raised her face and let the rain wash away her cold face.