Chapter 58

Zhou Ruoyan thought that he would get a response from Song Ci, but he didn't expect that he was so desperate.

His fingers kept clenching, and the silk handkerchief in his hand was picked out one by one by the sharp nails, which had long lost its original smoothness.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Ruoyan trembled his lips and asked in a low voice.

Song Ci looked at him without expression, and there was no change of emotion in his eyes.

"That's what you imagine in your heart," Song Ci said. "I've got an engagement with your sister, so I won't be involved with you any more."

Song Ci's words were like a bowl of hot oil, which suddenly splashed on Zhou Ruoyan's warm heart and made his eyes red. For a moment, he could not control his emotions.

"What if I don't have this engagement?" Zhou Ruoyan asked, looking at him without expression.

Song Ci tightly frowned and warned, "don't do something meaningless!"

Zhou Ruoyan chuckled. His voice, which was supposed to be very tender, is now extremely hoarse, which reminds people of the crow who brought bad luck.

"Meaningless things?" If I killed him, would you marry me

Song Ci's heart beat quickly. He looked at Zhou Ruoyan coldly and warned, "I'll kill you."

Unexpectedly, Song Ci was so unfeeling. Zhou Ruoyan staggered back a few steps, and his legs couldn't support his weight at all.

He tightly clasped the table, trying to keep his last face.

"How do you like him?" Zhou Ruoyan asked, just saying this sentence is like someone cutting his heart with a knife, and the pain is almost speechless.

Looking at Zhou Ruoyan's face, Song Ci thought about their friendship before. He just nodded and didn't say much.

But for Zhou Ruoyan, Song Ci's admission has made him despair. He suddenly lost his support and fell back.

Looking at the rapidly changing figure, Song Ci subconsciously took two steps forward, already stretched out his hand, but stopped at the last moment,

thinking about Zhou Ruoyan's paranoia about himself, he gently shook his head.

"I just regard you as my sister," Song Ci looked down at her and said word by word, "there is no other meaning."

Zhou Ruoyan fell to the ground in a mess. He felt cold all over, and even his teeth collided with each other, trying to provide a little temperature for himself.

She quietly listened to the words in Song Ci's mouth, and the emotion in her eyes became more and more crazy.

"It's just my sister," she repeated softly. The smile on her face grew bigger and bigger, but the expression on her face was heartbreaking.

Under Zhou Ruoyan's stubborn gaze, Song Ci couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. He coughed lightly and retreated quietly.

"Can you still stand up?" Song Ci asked in a low voice.

Although she already knew that she was just a joke, Zhou Ruoyan's pride still didn't allow her to appear in front of others with her embarrassment at this time.

"Yes," Zhou Ruoyan took a deep breath, nodded his head cleanly, and stood up with the table and chair beside him.

She quietly arranges her clothes and jewelry, but accidentally meets the purse she is looking forward to giving to Song Ci.

Zhou Ruoyan suddenly froze in the same place, looking at the exquisite purse in his hand, his expression looks like crying and laughing.

Did not hear the sound of the Susu, Song Ci some confused, picked pick eyebrows, turned to see him like this.

Along Zhou Ruoyan's line of sight, Song Ci slowly lowered his head and frowned with some doubts, but he didn't pay attention to it.

"I'll send you home," Song Ci said in a low voice, turning around and going out.

"The third prince," Zhou Ruoyan raised his head and called subconsciously.

With the same people, the same place, the same tone, and the same back, Zhou Ruoyan had a sense of time disorder.

Perhaps the only difference is the mood at this time, Zhou Ruoyan's eyelashes constantly trembling, thinking.

Song Ci didn't have such a delicate mind. His eyes quickly crossed some doubts and urged, "what's the matter?"

Zhou Ruoyan slowly recovered and slowly handed the purse to him.

"This is what I planned to give you at the beginning," Zhou Ruoyan said with a smile, "now You'd better keep it. "

Since ancient times, the purse has a special meaning. He didn't want to leave any illusion to Zhou Ruoyan. Song Ci refused without hesitation.

"I won't take it." Song Ci said in a deep voice.

Zhou Ruoyan's fingers trembled, but he still firmly put them in front of him.

"This is my hand-made embroidery. I'm going to give it to you," you will say with some difficulty in organizing the language. "Even if you don't like it, I hope you can accept it."However, Song Ci was not moved by his behavior. He frowned impatiently and stressed, "I'm talking to you now just because I still regard you as my sister. I don't want you to pester me all the time until my last love is worn clean."

Speaking of this, Zhou Ruoyan's body has begun to shake constantly, and his thin body seems to be about to fall.

He clenched his teeth and refused to relax even if he had tasted the blood in his mouth, because he was afraid that once he relaxed a little, he would fall to the ground and never get up again.

"Take the purse by yourself. If you don't like it, let the maid wring and burn it. Don't let me see it again." Song Ci's voice is indifferent.

Zhou Ruoyan slowly took back his hand, and at the same time, he took back his broken heart, which was despised by others.

Zhou Ruoyan kept choking, his breath was rapid and clear.

"I know," Zhou Ruoyan said in a low voice.

Looking at Zhou Ruoyan's dejected back, Song Ci hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "since you are my sister, you will not be bullied at will. You can still act recklessly, and I will find a good husband for you..."

This is the first time that Zhou Ruoyan feels the harsh voice of Song Ci. He subconsciously speeds up his pace and wants to throw the words behind him.

The wooden door was thick and heavy, and the sound of pushing it open slowly came to the ears of the people standing nearby.

The shopkeeper welcomed him and looked at Zhou Ruoyan in surprise.

After all, he was used to looking at other people's faces, and also used to coming and going. He soon restrained his emotions, followed Zhou Ruoyan quietly, and didn't say much.