"Then why pick up this dress?" He asked again, "if the clothes are dirty, just throw them away. Why do you have to wash them?"
"The clothes are just dirty. Just wash them." She said, "it would be a pity to throw it away like that."
"What a pity?" He sneered, "it's just a dress. What a pity."
As soon as she suffocated, yes, how could she forget that he was the second youngest of the Yi family. Even if this dress was more expensive, it was just an ordinary dress for him. It was easy for him to have how many new ones he wanted.
But she picked up the clothes and even squeezed out hundreds of dollars from her small living expenses for dry cleaning, just because This is his clothes, and he protected her, so he soiled them.
Did he know that when the wonton spilled over, the way he stood in front of her made her seem to go back to the past. Just like before, when they didn't separate, he always protected her like that.
"Then... This dress..." She asked noisily.
"Just throw it away, but it's not a piece of garbage." He said.
She only felt that the dress in her hand became particularly heavy.
Rubbish For him, is it just rubbish?
But after she got the dress, she gently stroked it again and again, as if she were remembering the past years.
"Then... Sorry." She said, putting her clothes back in her bag and turning to leave.
"Why not throw it?" His voice suddenly rang out in her ear.
She bit her lip. It was his clothes. How could she be willing to throw it away?
Just facing him, she couldn't say it.
She bowed her head, unconsciously clenched the handle of the bag, and stood in silence.
When he looked at him, a silent anger suddenly filled his heart. He thought of the day when he saw her backstage. When she was scolded by another woman, she stood silently.
Just a few years, it was like grinding away all the edges and corners on her, making her so quiet and silent.
"Why, can you only be silent? He Zixin, when did you become like this?" Yi Qian asked.
She seems to become more helpless Yes, since when has she become more and more silent?
It seems that since he left her and she moved out, she lived alone in the house left by her biological mother. When she faced the empty house alone, her words became less and less.
Because words are used to communicate with others, but in that empty house, she didn't even have an object to talk to.
Taking a deep breath, he Zixin raised her head and said modestly to Yi, "I'm sorry to appear in front of you again. Originally, I wanted to give this dress to the servants in the house and ask them to hand it over to you. Since you think you can throw it away, I'll throw it away."
After a pause, her voice continued, "if my appearance makes you feel unhappy, then I'm sorry. I'll try my best not to appear in front of you in the future."
With these words, she turned and planned to leave again.
She only took two steps, and her arm had been clasped by his hand. "Now, how can it be done? Can you throw away other things?"