Coincidentally, Zi walked out of the villa with the fruit in his hand, brushing past Red.
"She still can't get over it?" Zi put his things on the lawn and sat down next to May.
"It's not that I can't get it through my head, it's that my heart is broken!" May took a grape and put it in her mouth. "Actually, it's good enough for her to admit that she loves Arthur. I wanted to call Arthur, but his phone never got through, and I wondered which woman he was fooling around with. Maybe that's why Hong is so angry! "
Zi was silent. "I understand red. She isn't as free and easy as she looks on the surface, nor as casual as she looks on the surface. She cares a lot about Arthur, or she wouldn't be like this. "
That kind of girl would always be carefree and unrestrained, not leaving behind even a little bit of love in the mortal world. It hurt so many men's hearts, and they never regretted following the man that hurt them. Women are always infatuated, no matter how beautiful you are, no matter how you seem to make people want to be infatuated with you, eventually can't escape the word love.
Every time she appeared at a banquet, the men held her in their hands like princesses. She never surpassed them. It was a very proper way to walk in the middle of the crowd. People could only look at it, but they couldn't get any closer.
When Red came back to the room, he laid on the bed and covered himself entirely with the blanket. In an instant, everything turned pitch black. Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes as he sobbed softly. She had been trying her hardest not to let them see her sadness. She didn't want them to know that she was still sad for that man.
Seven years, marathon-like love. Even if that feeling had really faded, she would still get used to it. Habit was really a bad thing. It was like an addiction that attracted her to fall into it.
Love is like a sweet rain. Without it, a cracked heart, no matter how many seeds are sown, will never be able to sprout life.
Her heart had already begun to dry up. Love had left, leaving behind wounds that were difficult to heal.
That year, she was still a hazy girl, but she ran into a Greek god on the streets of France. She was attracted by his charming gaze and then accompanied him on a mad tour of France.
From the Arc de Triomphe to Notre Dame and then to the Eiffel Tower, strolling along the most beautiful streets of the Champs-Elysées, his handsomeness drew the cries of many girls. Walking beside him, she smiled at the crowd arrogantly. Such an outstanding man belonged to her.
It was as if she was declaring her sovereignty, and she raised her head high towards the girls who were glaring at her with hatred.
Arthur liked her like this, liked her boastful personality, liked her daring to love and hate.
Within a week, they were back in their own lives, but anyone could feel the redness. She would secretly smile from time to time, and would constantly talk into the phone from time to time. She would also sit in front of the computer all day, waiting for something.
Until one day in the future, Arthur would appear in front of everyone with a red rose in his hand, and Red would bashfully walk up to him and kiss him. The crowd suddenly realized that this woman was in love.
Everyone around Red envied her for finding such a handsome and rich boyfriend. Not only was she considerate, but she was also very gentle.