Ai Liang and Xu Luo alternated in Ling Ang's watery eyes. He said loudly: "Ao Shuang, you will regret it when you treat me like this."
"That's my own business, you don't have to worry about it."
A violent pain filled his heart, and Ling Ang felt a fire of pain burning his heart.
Why did he like such a stern-hearted woman?
He can do everything for her without hesitation, without asking for rewards or concern for gains and losses, but this does not mean that she can cruelly hurt his heart.
Ling Ang looked at the decision on her face and the look of warmth, and his heart felt as sad as fog.
Since his concern made her feel heavy and bored, what else could he say, even if he said it was a mistake.
Since loving her is a mistake and putting her in such a burden, he can only end this mistake.
"Okay, I promise you that I will never enter your life again." His voice was very light, floating in the space, blurring like a nightmare.
"Okay." She shook her lips gently, then turned around and left, with no trace of nostalgia on her back.
But there was a hidden pain in her eyes that no one could understand.
She always seemed to have no idea what her feelings for Ling Ang were, as if she was grateful or addicted.
Indulge in his affection, indulge in his care, indulge in his tenderness...
He is so good, so good that he is not like a real person, like an angel, but she is just a mortal...
Seeing him devote his thoughts to himself again and again, she felt so happy, but also sad.
She was not sad for herself, but for him, just because she could not give him complete feelings, because she poured the painful love in her heart on another man.
If only giving him a missing relationship would be too unfair to him. She felt that she was not worthy of his love at all. Instead of entangling, it would be better for him to find a true happiness.
The advice was fruitless, she could only use the most cruel way...even if it hurt everyone's hearts in the end.
Ling Ang, please forgive me for my cruelty towards you...
This is the last time I hurt you, and we will never meet again from now on. You don’t have to give more money for me...
Ling Ang looked at her leaving figure, his deep eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and he punched the wall, and a trace of bright red blood slowly oozed out of his skin, reflected on the snow-white wall
Extremely dazzling.
He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the blood in his heart condensed little by little...
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The fog drifts at dusk, with a little coolness, and the air is filled with the moisture of spring.
She looked at the gray sky and felt a sense of sadness.
Let Ling Ang be free, why is her heart so lost? It seems that her body suddenly has a part of it, and she feels empty.
She wandered aimlessly and finally returned to the villa. She knew that Lan Yuchi was just angry and drove her out. He had such a strong desire for revenge, so he still wanted her to go back in the end.
Sure enough, as soon as she rang the doorbell, the housekeeper came to open the door, "Miss Wang, Master let you in."
Lan Yuchi's face was covered in the hall with a grimy face.
Without looking at her, he said coldly: "What? What's the reason why your lover is so sensational for you is that you feel very touched?"
"No."
Lan Yuchi wouldn't have smiled, and she smiled strangely, "Then you are so heartless. Even as a man, I feel heartbroken for Ling Ang."