"Because I'm getting married, we should cut it off completely."
"What?" Ling Ang's eyes suddenly shrank, "Lan Yuchi is still forcing you to marry him?" He felt that she was just saying angry words last night.
"No, I married him voluntarily. He proposed to cancel the wedding, but then I agreed to resume the wedding."
"Aoshuang." He grabbed her arm, which felt painful and astringent, "Why did you do this?"
She looked at him gently, with no expression on her face, "There are many reasons, because I don't want grandma to be sad, because Lan Yuchi has changed, and because..."
She didn't say any more, just stared into his eyes quietly.
"It's because you're really angry, isn't it?" There was a small apology in Ling Ang's eyes.
"Yes." She said softly, in a very low tone, "I feel disappointed that a man like you would do such a thing. I am completely disappointed."
"I'm sorry." There was guilt lingering in the peak of Ling Ang's stiff eyebrows.
He was too depressed that night and drank too much, so he was on the verge of breaking out. Looking back now, he felt that it was the worst thing he had ever done in his life. But that was also because he loved her too much.
"Yes, this is a mistake. The mistake is that I love you too much."
"Anyway, you did make a mistake." She looked at him helplessly.
"Can't you forgive me?" He pressed his hand slightly and looked at her expectantly.
She avoided his gaze and said, "It seems that there is no point in not forgiving me. You just need to know that I am really going to get married."
"You can't marry him! Do you know that everything I do is to help you regain your freedom!" He shook her shoulders excitedly, and the feeling of pain filled his heart.
Her eyes were a little hollow, and the look on her face was hollow, "Ling Ang, things can't be changed anymore, because I have promised grandma, and she is very happy and actively cooperates with the treatment."
Ling Ang's eyes suddenly froze, and suddenly there was no life left, and his hands dropped down feebly.
She suppressed the pain in her eyes and cruelly took out an exquisite invitation, "This is the invitation. I hope you can attend our wedding."
He looked at her lifelessly, feeling that the blood in his chest was like a rushing flood, trying to break through his heart and flow out.
She knew he wouldn't accept it, so she put the invitation on the table, glanced at him quietly, and turned away resolutely.
He stood there straight, despair extending like a vine, wrapping around his internal organs...
Aoshuang, I defeated Lan Yuchi, but I lost you!
Wang Aoshuang ran out of the company building in one breath and stood in the corner of the building, staring at the sky in a daze.
The weather today is not very good, the sun is dim and the clouds are low, just like her mood.
Why does her heart feel so uncomfortable every time she says she wants to leave Ling Ang? She always feels like her heart has been hollowed out, empty and boundless.
But there is pain and disappointment in his blood, heartache for his efforts, heartache for his infatuation... and disappointment for what he did.
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At night, the Ling family villa.
Ling Ang stood quietly in that special room, his figure as straight as a pine tree, but his breath was like a wood sculpture, and he did not move for a whole hour.