Xiao Min just stared blankly, looking at the strange man in front of her, and murmured to herself, "Yeah, I'm not Xiao Min.
I'm just a stand-in." Xiao Han, overwhelmed by anger, said, "You are not her, how could you be her.
How kind, how beautiful, how pure she is, how could you be her,
How can a sentimental woman like you deserve to be my Xiao Min?"
"I'm amorous." Xiao Min stayed there. This was her image in his eyes. It turned out that she was an amorous woman.
To put it bluntly, she is a very casual woman, a very dirty woman. How on earth did she become amorous and where was she dirty?
How did he become like this, become such a devil who would not hesitate to hurt her.
Tears fell one drop at a time. He didn't want to see her now. He called her such an affectionate woman because he thought she had hurt him.
He hates her, that's why he speaks like this, or these are his true words.
"In comparison, I'm sorry. Xiaohan." If she knew that he was going to commit suicide that day, she would definitely agree to meet him.
I would not reject him so ruthlessly and cause him such great harm.
"Go away, I don't want to see you. You are already with another man. You are already with him, you dirty woman."
Xiao Han's eyes were full of disgust. He hated her and hated Xiao Min in front of him. She stabbed him hard in the heart.
He also wants to inflict these pains on her. Because Xiao Min is dead, the woman in front of him just looks like Xiao Min.
She is not. She is not his Min Min.
Except for Min Min, any woman is just air to him. He doesn't have to worry about hurting her or worrying about her pain.
Because she is not Xiao Min, she is Luo Jiawei's woman.
He couldn't smile and wish her and Luo Jiawei happiness. He couldn't do it, and he couldn't do it at all.
He looked at her coldly and continued to stab her in the heart. He said, "You just look like her, you are not her at all.
She is the woman I love most in my life. No one can take her place. You are not worthy of her."
When Xiao Min heard these words, she felt as if her heart had been separated from her body. She looked at him dejectedly and said, "You are good to me.
It's because I look like her, and now you know that I'm not her, just another woman, so you won't love me at all, right?"