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."
Qin Xiaoman just didn't dare to open her eyes. She was afraid of seeing Yan Zisong. She even glanced at his silhouette with the corner of her eyes, but she didn't have the courage to say, "I'm sorry, Gu Chen, I'm sorry, I..."
"I know, don't say it; why don't you tell him? Since you like him so much, what can't be solved?" Sighing from the bottom of his heart, he swore that he would only say this once, only this time!
It's reluctance, heartache, and hopeless love and pity.
But the person in his arms just shook his head desperately, "I can't, I can't help..."
If there is one thing in this world that can help Yan Zisong find himself again when he is lost, I am afraid that it is only anger.
From beginning to end, Yan Zisong couldn't remember how he spent those short few seconds, what kind of mood he was in, how he walked in front of the two people hugging each other tightly... Everything was in his memory.
Everything became blank.
Hearing the footsteps approaching, Gu Chen gently pushed Qin Xiaoman away, patted her hand, and then raised his eyes to face Yan Zisong's angry face.
The man who walked quickly did not say a word and waved his fist at Gu Chen without hesitation.
Qin Xiaoman really couldn't understand why she would do this! How could she be so shameless and ask him to do this for her! How on earth did she come up with this idea? Is she still herself?! She looked at the person who fell on the ground.
The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up again. Qin Xiaoman felt that the person who deserved to be beaten the most happened to be herself!
"I owe you this," Gu Chen wiped the corner of his mouth and turned to Yan Zisong without any hint of weakness, "I fell in love with her four years ago, not later than you! What I owe you is limited to
It’s just this time.”
Once the tenderness and sweetness in one's heart is transformed into anger, how can one measure it clearly? Perhaps, it is the deep love that makes one hate to the core. Yan Zisong can no longer distinguish what he hates now.
, is it him, is it her, or is it himself?! All the excited and shouting emotions were all covered up under the unknown anger, and in the blink of an eye, the two men were already moving their hands.
Qin Xiaoman looked at the two people fighting in front of him and wished he could die on the spot. "Don't fight, Yan Zisong... Yan Zisong"
She didn't expect that Gu Chen was also very fierce; this man who had always been gentle and considerate was not inferior in skill at all. However, everything seemed to be in front of that man who was ruthless, risking his life, and almost crazy.
Vulnerable.
When Gu Chen fell to the ground again, Qin Xiaoman rushed over and blocked Yan Zisong with his body.
"Don't hit him, it's none of his business!" His face was covered with tears, and his eyes were gentle and caring. Unfortunately, he was looking at the wrong person.
Drops of blood had already oozed from the corners of Yan Zisong's mouth; but he didn't bother to wipe it, his eyes were almost red, staring closely at the woman he loved who was standing in front of him - for the sake of another man, standing in the way of him
In front of him is the woman he loves.
"Even now, you are still afraid that I will hurt him?!" The handsome eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and under the slightly trembling eyelashes, a pair of familiar and blurred eyes flashed with a moist luster, which made it hurt.
People were suffocating, "You...like him that much?!"