"Yan Zisong?" The voice came from not far away, with a hint of trembling in its beauty. Lan Yong stood there calmly.
"You go home first, I have something to do." The man climbed up from the gravel again, walking hastily and anxiously.
The moment the two people passed each other, the huge fear was like a rapid turbulence, eroding her psychology layer by layer; without hesitation, Lan Yan stretched out her hand and grasped his cuff tightly.
"Is it because of her?" With a fragile and sweet voice, she looked up at his cold and ruthless profile.
The man beside her frowned feebly, turned around slowly, and touched her shoulders.
"Lanyong, I'm sorry." He was rarely so serious. It was the first time she heard him say sorry, and she didn't expect it to be at the moment of breaking up.
The graceful woman shook her head in disbelief, "No, how am I inferior to her? How is she better than me?"
"It's not a question of whether it's good or bad..." He said calmly; but she could see in his eyes that there was a vitality that she had never seen before.
It is impossible to say that the woman who has been with him for three years does not have any feelings at all.
Even though, at the beginning of our acquaintance, it was her words "you broke my things" that brought back the deepest memories in my heart. After getting along with her, this woman's beauty, independence, intelligence, gentleness, charm...everything was different.
something he admires.
But no matter how much you admire her or tell yourself rationally that she is the perfect match for you, once you encounter the realization that you still have a chance with that woman, everything will be thrown out of the window. Just like the thing you like no matter how much you compare it to
Get up, the air you need with every breath you take.
"There is a thorn in my heart that has been growing for many years and I can't pull it out no matter how hard I try. Lan Yong, do you know this feeling?" He said softly, speaking to her, more like speaking to himself. "I
There is no way to forget her; I'm sorry, Lan Yong, I...can't do it."
Staring helplessly at the face in front of him, Yan Zisong really couldn't find time to calm down and think; no matter what happened, he just wanted to see the thorn in his heart.
Almost without hesitation, the man turned and walked out of the street. The moment Kankan ducked around the corner, he heard the originally sweet voice filled with tears behind him.
"Zisong..." Lan Zhu stubbornly wiped the tears on her face with almost the last trace of dignity, "I will go on a business trip tomorrow and will bring you a gift when I come back. I didn't hear anything you just said!
"
The crisp sound of high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground loudly and urgently. The stubborn and determined woman almost ran towards the street. He wanted to leave, but she had to leave first. She could never watch him leave first.
"Lan Zhu!" Yan Zisong said leisurely, looking at the strong look on the woman's face, "If anyone touches the thorn in my heart, it will be like stabbing a knife in my heart!"
The woman didn't answer. She walked quickly to the street, flagged down a taxi and got into the car.
On a quiet night, when the whole world has fallen asleep, the clear ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly rings at the bedside.
"Hello?" Qin Xiaoman opened his sleepy eyes and saw an unfamiliar number. Hesitantly, Qin Xiaoman responded softly.