He interrupted her rudely, with a flash of fire in his eyes, "Yu Keqing, I still can't let you go, but you betrayed yourself in the end."
The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and he grabbed her wrist, "So you can really do such a thing! Just like at Qin Yan's banquet..."
Yu Keqing's expression suddenly changed, her lips trembled a little, and she felt waves of pain piercing through her wrists. She couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Her face was pale and her eyes were full of frustration. She said helplessly: "How on earth are you going to believe me?"
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But he turned his head and looked out the car window at the white rain curtain...
For a long time, a ruthless and mechanical voice floated out: "Yu Keqing, please go..."
She turned her head at a loss. His handsome profile looked hazy under the dim light in the car, and his figure looked so distant and cold.
She slowly got out of the car.
"I admit that the means I used were not legitimate, but they were not what you imagined." She stood outside the car and said her last words feebly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Haochen's car sped away beside him, and the hazy car taillights finally disappeared in the wind and rain.
The rain curtain between heaven and earth was getting bigger and bigger, and Yu Keqing stood on the windy and rainy street, at a loss.
The raindrops were like sharp arrows, falling densely on the broad avenue, causing splashes of water.
She held an umbrella and walked aimlessly. The cars around her kept passing by, splashing water on the street and bouncing on her clothes.
But she was unconscious, groggy, and didn't know her direction...
Why doesn't he believe her?
Why does he think of her like this?
Why is she such a person in his heart?
Just because she left before doesn't mean she doesn't want to stay;
Just because she turned her back on him doesn't mean she didn't love him;
Just because she wants to redeem herself doesn't mean that he can break her heart...
A large car passed by quickly, bringing with it a strong gust of wind, and her umbrella was blown down to the street.
The raindrops pricked her body like ice needles, her clothes were instantly soaked, and the biting cold clung to her body.
The gauze bandaged on the arm has been soaked by the rain, and the dark red blood that has long been condensed began to slowly spread, and finally spread to the entire gauze, a large area of bright red...
Big drops of rainwater slipped from the arm, staining the blood on the gauze, and dripped from the fingers, and finally collected the rainwater and flowed onto the street...
The water on her face slid down line by line... was it rain or tears? Even she didn't know.
The wound on her wrist, which was soaked by the rain, was filled with heart-pounding pain. This pain was even more painful than when she opened it with a knife that day...