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Name:The Sweet Love Author:
Finally, the words accumulated in Yi Xudong's heart, as well as another confession. I had always felt that it was due to Yi Xudong's cold attitude towards Yu Ziqing that caused you to run like this today. But after hearing what he had to say, he finally understood the pain Yi Xudong was in. Being bound by someone else's love, being hurt in the name of love, these things were extremely painful. They wanted to escape but didn't know how to leave, so they could only end up with injuries on both sides.

I have always wanted to distance myself from my feelings, especially towards love. This kind of thing is too easy to make people lose their reason, Yu Ziqing was a living example of this.

I sighed, hugged my pillow, and slowly closed my eyes.

Faintly, I picked up the phone. The first thing I heard was Yi Xudong's somewhat anxious voice, he anxiously said: "little bluegrass! Hurry and come to the city hospital, Yu Ziqing committed suicide! "

"What?" All my drowsiness was dispelled by these words. " What exactly is going on? "

What made me even more curious was why would Yu Ziqing let me pass when she committed suicide?

"She took a bottle of sleeping pills. The drug poisoning is still being rescued. "Also..." Yi Xudong paused.

"She left behind a will that mentioned you."

Standing in the hospital, I was still a little confused. Yi Xudong said that Yu Ziqing's will mentioned me?

I could tell it was definitely not going to be anything good, but I didn't know how much danger her words would put me in.

Yi Xudong was waiting for me in the hall on the first floor of the hospital. I could see that his forehead was covered with sweat. He must have been tired from all this.

"It's not out of the operating room yet," he said to me, a little urgently. "I don't know what the situation is like."

Yi Xudong took out a piece of paper and passed it to me. "This is a will written by Yu Ziqing.

I took the piece of paper. On it, there were several rows of small words.

Dad, Mom, I'm really tired.

I've been through a lot of things these days, and a lot of them make me wonder if what I did was wrong.

I love Xu Dong, I don't want him to touch other women, and I don't want to see other women coveting my boyfriend. I don't feel like I'm at fault, but after so many things happened these past few days, they were all giving me a hard slap on the face.

What have I done wrong? I have always been thinking, always reflecting, but I still don't understand, I don't understand why Xu Dong would go further and further away from me, why he would be so cold to me, and instead say that he likes that woman called Qing He, favors and favors her at every turn, and protects her.

But I'm his girlfriend …

I don't want to understand the reason behind this. I feel that Xu Dong left me because of this reason. I am afraid.

I hate them, especially that woman called Qing He. It was she who destroyed my happiness, it was her!

… ….

The contents of the letter weren't much, but every sentence was aimed at Yi Xudong and me.

I raised my head to look at Yi Xudong carefully, and only then did I realise that his face was a little red and swollen, as though he had been beaten up by someone.

Yi Xudong frowned and said to me: "Yu Ziqing's family is here, they might attack you, don't be afraid, I will help you block them."

I nodded.

Actually, I'm not really afraid of it, but I do have some doubts about this will. Rather than saying that this will was a suicide note, it would be better to call it a confession letter. The letter almost said, "I was bullied by Yi Xudong and Qing He, quickly help me teach them a lesson!" Got it.

I raised the corner of my mouth.

It was indeed a heavyweight bomb for the parents who loved him very much.

Under the smoke and dust from the bomb, all the traps were covered in smoke. It was indeed easy to be hit.

They followed Yi Xudong to the emergency room. There were already two people sitting at the door, an elderly couple. The woman sat on the bench and wiped her tears as the man sat by her side and comforted her softly.

Looks like these two are Yu Ziqing's parents.

As soon as we walked over, cosmogony immediately stood up and glared at me. residual parent also stood up and patted cosmogony's shoulders to comfort her, "Don't be anxious, don't be angry anymore."

residual parent looked kind and amiable, but it was obvious that cosmogony was hard to speak. She turned around and glared at residual parent, "Our daughter has suffered so much and is still in the emergency room.

With that, he turned his head to look at me, and it looked as though he was about to pounce towards me and tear me apart: "You are Qing He? You're the one who stole my daughter's boyfriend?! "

I looked straight at her and replied fearlessly, "I am Qing He, but I didn't steal your daughter's boyfriend. I hope you can find out."

"What do I know?" The cosmogony approached her angrily, but was stopped by the residual parent. He could not shake her off, so he did not care anymore, and turned back to continue: "My daughter is currently lying in the emergency room, whether she is dead or alive is unknown! Yet you, the main culprit, are still trying to argue! "

I looked at her irritably, and finally understood why Yu Ziqing was so unreasonable.

However, cosmogony did not let this go easily because of my silence. On the contrary, she thought that it was my fault, and became even more angry: "How can you do such a shameless thing at such a young age? She actually dared to steal someone else's boyfriend! Now that you forced my daughter to commit suicide, don't you feel a shred of guilt in your heart?! "

"Why should I feel guilty?" I asked, "Am I worthy of being forced to leave by your daughter just because I worked in the Pingtian and did my job as the secretary of the President Yi?"

"Do you think I'm guilty? Then I want to say, no. I've told your daughter many times that I didn't want to rob her boyfriend, but she didn't think so. She was always against me, and now that she's committed suicide, you want to know if I'm not guilty? How can I feel guilty? "