Before he left, he had co with a last shred of illusion.
Unexpectedly, he bumped into Wan Donglin here.
He’s already made himself at ho so quickly?
Besides, this is Xixi’s house, and this is my first visit. I knew her address before, but she never lived here, so I never ca.
But Wan Donglin showed up here first.
Even though Xixi had been with Wan Donglin before, he had almost never taken Wan Donglin seriously, because he knew she didn’t love him.
Xixi never loved him.
But since when had Xixi started sharing a dining table with him?
His gaze swept across the food, the tea... and his face instantly turned pale—more fearful and uneasy than when Xixi was first abducted.
God, this ti, he hadn’t abducted her—it was peaceful. It was coexistence.
In other words, Xixi had let him in.
Sitting across from each other at als, warm and affectionate, like a married couple.
How could this be?
Why?
Didn’t she claim not to love him? Wasn’t she willing to die to get away from him?
Jealousy, like a venomous snake, hissed as it tore a gaping hole in his heart. This was the first ti he felt jealous of him.
Yan Xixi saw his haggard expression and hollow, bloodshot eyes. He was glaring at Wan Donglin, looking sowhat uneasy. She said softly, "Xiaojue... Xiaojue..."
Finally, his gaze landed on her.
She wore a sapphire blue dress, her hair in a high ponytail. Her skin was fairer than snow, her eyes pitch-black. There wasn’t a single sign of listlessness about her—she had never looked so vibrant and full of spirit. It was as if she were eating well and sleeping soundly.
He stared at her, shocked and disbelieving.
Xixi, after leaving , you’re so at ease?
Haven’t you suffered at all?
Do you not even care about our breakup?
Is it because of this man? Has he doted on you, taken such good care of you, that you’ve completely stopped caring whether I exist or not—?
Yan Xixi was taken aback by his haggard appearance; she hadn’t expected him to be so dejected. She felt a pang in her heart and asked, "Xiaojue... is sothing wrong?"
Yan Xixi, can’t I co see you if there’s nothing wrong? Just because of what my mother did, you insisted on breaking up—do you even know the agony of a breakup?
She didn’t even give a chance to make ands.
Always so resolute.
Even after what happened, she never thought of calling , never even said a word. Was it distrust? Did she never believe I would protect her?
An even fiercer jealousy gripped him. He glared fiercely at Wan Donglin, but Wan Donglin appeared unfazed, his expression unchanging.
This guy, what right does he have to sit here? What makes him qualified?
Yan Xixi was at a loss. "Xiaojue... co in..."
He suddenly pointed at Wan Donglin. "Why is he here?"
Yan Xixi was taken aback.
He raised his voice, "Xixi, he forced you, didn’t he? He’s shalessly pestering you, right?"
Yan Xixi was deeply shocked. She saw his fists clenched so tightly that she feared if she uttered a single "yes," he would imdiately rush in and fight Wan Donglin to the death.
She was frightened, looked at him, then at Wan Donglin.
Wan Donglin, however, was as calm as ever, not a bit nervous. He even casually waved at Huang Xiaojue. His open palm revealed the sa injured hand.
Yan Xixi beca frantic. "Xiaojue, he didn’t force , he didn’t force ..."
Huang Xiaojue felt as if he’d been struck by lightning.
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