Yan Zisong, please, don’t love me; love yourself well, okay?
My love can give you nothing; it can give you nothing but the same helplessness and pain in your heart.
I’m not qualified to tell you my love; I can’t give you anything except making you feel helpless and painful and resent your father even more...
Yan Zisong, forget me, please...
"Senior, can you...can you...do me a favor..." His pale fingers clutched his chest tightly, his knuckles glowing faintly blue, Qin Xiaoman, you are really shameless.
"Qin Xiaoman..." Gu Chen looked at the almost desperate and even contemptuous smile on her face. He couldn't react for a moment, but he still said numbly, "Remember what I said to you!"
"I remember," her eyes were a little hollow, as if she was looking at him opposite, but she also seemed not to see him standing opposite at all, "I remember it very clearly; so, it's very shameless, right? You...will regret it?"
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"Don't be like this," with a completely unusual and empty look, Gu Chen felt his heart being pricked, "You stay here, I'll go and make it clear to him."
With a helpless smile, that person didn't have the patience to listen to you clearly. Without hesitation, Qin Xiaoman took Gu Chen's hand, "Don't go, he will come by himself." She didn't understand.
When she was in so much pain that she could hardly think, she could still instinctively guess what that person would do next, "Do you really not regret it? Maybe it will cost you a lot, or maybe I won't."
I can give you anything in return..."
"Qin Xiaoman..." The man who had always been steady and wise subconsciously understood the meaning of her words. His thoughts were shining but with a trace of imperceptible sadness. He didn't say anything more, but held her tightly tightly.
took her hand.
The cold lips soaked in tears covered his lips the moment she gently stood up on tiptoes.
A thin kiss that was moist and full of love for another man, a gentle kiss that hurt three people without mercy, caressed the corner of his mouth, but Gu Chen lost his mind.
Obviously, he already had this understanding; but when she stood on tiptoe and handed her the gentle fan, he still... lost his mind.
Time seems to have stopped at this moment, there is a coolness on the lips, soft warmth, and along the plane where the two meet, bits and pieces of liquid seep in, which is so salty and... bitter.
Inadvertently, Gu Chen's hand touched her cheek. The withered beauty held in his palm deeply hurt the beauty of the three people, and made people feel heartbroken.
I don't know when, putting aside her youthfulness and sadness, his lips began to become active, still gently swallowing the fragrance, tossing and turning, endlessly entangled.
The actors on the stage had long forgotten their audience and that they were originally in a play; the kiss was so natural.
After wiping the wetness from her face, Gu Chen put the girl in front of him into his arms, put his palms on the back of her head and rubbed her gently, "Don't cry, I'm here."