Looking at her gaunt face, he wanted to hold her in his arms, but his mind flashed the picture of his mother lying in a pool of blood, and that impulse was killed.
"Xiang Yi..."
Looking at the man I haven't seen for a long time, my warm heart seems to have been cut by a knife and throbbed with pain.
She had a lot of things to say to him, but at the moment, she didn't know what to say.
He glanced at her, the deep black pupil in which people could not guess what he was thinking, mysterious but with a touch of indifference.
"What are you doing here?"
His voice was very cold, which made her slightly frightened.
"I, I come to you."
"What do you want me to do?" He went into the sofa, sat down and lit a cigarette.
For the first time, she saw him smoking.
In looking at the ashtray on the tea table, many cigarette butts that have been extinguished should be within a short period of time.
"I..." She didn't know what to say. "I want to talk to you."
He didn't make any more noise, but looked at the front coldly.
In front of this man, let her never had a strange feeling, she knew, now he, must hate their family.
"I'm sorry." In the end, she could only say these three words.
He was stunned, but still did not turn his head to look at her.
Voice is still very indifferent, "Why say sorry."
She raised her eyes and gazed at his face, "I, my grandfather, he..."
"It has nothing to do with you. You don't need to apologize."
She was stunned.
No relationship?
She listened to this, but it was particularly piercing.
"It doesn't matter. Why do you..." Why ignore her.
Tears, can't stop quietly sliding, she bit the lip, a burst of pain in the heart.
"Then why don't you pay attention to me, why do you end up with me..." She cried and asked, if really and she did not have any relationship, why these days, he should be so callous and indifferent.
Listening to her sobs, he did not dare to turn his head, afraid of the way she cried, afraid that he could not help rubbing her into his arms and mercilessly cherish her.
"Xiang Yi, you said, let me wait for you. You said that I was only warm when I married..."
In the sofa, his heart was severely stinging, and his hand was gradually clenching, as if he was holding on to something.
Finally, he turned his head and looked at her crying.
Every tear, like a cold sword, stabbed in his heart.
"What do you want me to do?" His voice is very light, but his eyes burst out of pain and helplessness, even hatred.
She didn't know what to do with him.
However, she did not want to be separated from him, she did not want to lose him, she really Has not been able to take back their own heart that has been sunk.
"Have you ever seen your mother fall in a pool of blood and you can't do anything about it?" His eyes were burning, staring at her every word.
"But..." She couldn't say anything in pain, "but I don't want to lose you I - "
" what do you want me to do? " He couldn't help but roar. His heart seemed to be gnawed by ten thousand ants. He looked at her with heartache, "do you want me to put aside all this and still be with you? Or will you marry home and let you call my mother in front of her grave? "
In a word, like a bolt from the blue, the heavy blow when warm.
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