He was frightened by Xin Qing like this. He didn't dare to make any sound anymore, and he even had to be careful when breathing.
The sun was so hot that he began to sweat all over his body. But why did every drop of sweat feel cold and refreshing?
He stared blankly at Xin Qing, who had cold eyes. Through his bangs, he could clearly see Xin Qing's clear eyes. Those bright eyes seemed to be filled with stories from a long time ago, and those long, long time stories
The stories seem to be bleak and sad.
The potted flower seemed to have broken wings and fell straight down. After falling to the ground, the soil was scattered on the ground and covered the flower. Xinqing's good mood was smashed to pieces just like the potted flower.
Her back suddenly stiffened, and when she turned around, her nails dug deeply into her palms, leaving traces of blood, "You did it on purpose, right?"
"Because you hate me, you broke it on purpose, is that right?" The corners of her mouth curled up in a stubborn arc. She was destined to struggle in the darkness since she was born!
Even that faint light was ruthlessly annihilated. Whether passively or actively, no one could see...a little bit of light. This was her fate, and she could never get rid of it!
Xinqing lowered her eyes and did not continue speaking.
The young man turned his head and looked out the window.
It was a clear blue sky, the sunlight poured down gently, and the golden leaves danced in the wind. The young man stared at the soil and the broken flowers in a daze, and did not take his eyes back for a long time.
"...Well, you succeeded, and it was broken by you like this. Good, good, great, you finally defeated me, I surrender, I admit defeat, I'm sorry." The air froze in an instant.
.The gorgeous crystal chandelier sheds bright and gorgeous light in the center of the huge room.
The wind blew gently, carrying the pleasant and elegant fragrance of flowers in the garden outside the window. The atmosphere in the room was extremely strange.
The young man's expression was stagnant. In the silent air, Xia Xinqing's long eyelashes drooped, casting a faint shadow under her eyes. She suddenly felt very tired. The moment she heard that sound, she felt indescribable fatigue.
The young man standing against the light has a layer of unreal crystal on his skin, which is transparent, cold, and impervious to fireworks.
"I..." He wanted to explain, but found that all the words were stuck in his throat, pressed in his chest, and he couldn't say a word. He wanted to apologize, but he didn't know where to start.
"The prank is over, please leave." After saying this, Xin Qing left the room without looking back and ran downstairs, with faint tears.
The young man was there, murmuring in a low voice: "Xin... Qing..."