"Xiao..." Before Xi could say anything, Xia Xiaoxi had already closed the door heavily. Yan Yufeng leaned against the door in despair, thinking of what she had just said, over and over again, he
I felt very distressed, but remained indifferent.
He glanced at Yang Qi's room. Before he could turn off the lights in her room, he saw a figure standing under the faint light. His heart skipped a beat, he rubbed his eyes and disappeared. He shook his head,
Maybe it's because I saw it wrong.
He stretched out his hand to knock on the door, but immediately retracted it. He knew that Xia Xiaoxi had locked the door, and in her anger, the knocking was in vain.
He took a deep breath, and there was not much expression on his face. However, in his sad expression, there was an evil smile. It was definitely not caused by the lights or being dazzling. There was indeed a hint of addiction at the corner of his mouth.
The bloody smile and the sharp light shining in the eyes were like a demon, it was an indescribable evil.
Just like before, the two of them were completely different people. No one knew what his smile meant.
Xia Xiaoxi closed the door and kept her ears pressed tightly against the door. She knew that Yan Yufeng had chased her and came to the room. He had been standing outside the door and did not leave. She did not hear the footsteps or the door.
There was a knock on the door. She was pretty sure he was standing outside the door, leaning against the wall quietly.
She didn't understand why, when she was angry, he didn't worry at all, but looked relaxed, which made her feel choked and uncomfortable.
Leaning against the door, she felt her emptiness and helplessness. Happiness came too quickly and left too quickly. Yan Yufeng was like that, three points hot and seven points indifferent. After being together for so long, she
She should have adapted to his personality long ago, but she didn't know why, facing him like this, she felt so uncomfortable.
Did he hate her for telling the truth and causing Xiaoqi to commit suicide?
Is it because he cares more about Xiaoqi than her that he is so indifferent to her?
Maybe, the person lying on the hospital bed should be her, not Xiaoqi.
Ever since that day when he saw them lying naked on the same bed, Yan Yufeng had begun to change.
Thinking of that day, her heart felt like a knife being cut, the knife was twisting, and the pain was coming back and forth, deep and shallow.
Yan Yufeng, who was lingering outside the door, stood for a long time before slowly leaving.
After hearing his footsteps walking away, Xia Xiaoxi immediately opened the door and looked at his back. He actually went to Xiaoqi's room. At that time, she fell to the ground weakly and lay on the cold and bitter floor.
, the coldness hit her body, making her shiver, just like her heart, so cold that she was helpless
When she lay back on the bed, she realized that her tears had covered her entire face, so blurry that she couldn't even tell whether it was darkness or day. She only knew that she was in pain.
At night, she didn't close her eyes all night. She was waiting for Yan Yufeng's arrival, but there was still no one next to her.
She sniffed and found that her body was wet. She stretched out her hand and touched it. The pillow was mostly soaked with her tears. She didn't know how long she cried. She only knew that her eyes were bitter.
She slowly closed her eyes until she couldn't open them anymore, and placed her hand on the empty other side.
In her heart, she has always longed for warm arms to hold her in her arms and hold her tightly so that she can sleep peacefully.