Ling Xiaoqian slowly breaks away from the embrace of LAN Yichen and stares at him.
"Yichen, are you ok?" She asked carefully, afraid to ask what terrible things, get what terrible answer, "Yichen, tell me, you're OK, you're OK, you didn't win..."
In his arms, she could see nothing but two shots.
The harsh voice made her afraid, frightened and at a loss.
"I didn't..." Lan Yichen tried to say the whole thing, but he just couldn't say it. He didn't want Ling Xiaoqian to worry, didn't want him to be afraid, and tried to smile.
It was so difficult, so painful.
Ling Xiaoqian sees in the eye, in the heart already guessed what, already knew what, but she pretends not to know, silly thought that as long as like this, he will be OK, but
His body became weaker and weaker, and it was difficult to support himself.
LAN Yichen looks at Ling Xiaoqian and says, "Xiaoqian, don't be sad, I don't want you to be sad for me..."
Because.
He can't bear it!
Reluctant to let her drop a tear, reluctant to let her sad, reluctant to let her pain
"Why?"
Ling Xiaoqian keeps shaking her head, biting her lips in pain, so that her lips have been stained with blood. Her eyes look at Ji chuyang through LAN Yichen, and look at him coldly. It's like an animal without feeling.
"Why? I really want to marry you, really want to live with you, want to be your wife, why don't you believe me, why do you want to do this... "
Heart.
It hurts. It hurts.
It's too painful to breathe. It's too painful to feel.
Ji chuyang stood there stiff, her words, her words, like the tip of a knife, cut his heart tightly
"No!" He shook his head. He would not believe this woman any more. He would not believe any of her words.
That's a lie.
That's a false lie.
Looking at Ling Xiaoqian, Ji chuyang's eyes, expression, even voice are cold, really like an animal without feelings.