Huang Xiaojue had risked coming here. What for?
"Xixi, I’m just worried about you..."
She burst out in a rage, "What am I afraid of? Don’t you know? I’ve only got one life to lose. What does Liang Sheng matter to ? Why should I fear him? Huang Xiaojue, get out! Your fake concern really disgusts ..."
She shoved him aside and fled.
Suddenly, his hand shot out, and in the next mont, he held her tight.
All her courage vanished in an instant. All her pretense was gone too.
Nobody knew how hard this period had been for her. She was terrified, threatened, and Wan Donglin was missing. There was no one around who could lend a hand—only this man holding her now, the very architect of her suffering.
"Xixi... I’m sorry... It’s all my fault... It’s always been my fault..." These words had been suppressed in his heart for so long. He had to say them. If not now, he would never have another chance in this lifeti. "The ti your mother died, I felt so guilty... When you fought with my mother, I felt guilty too... Every single ti, I failed to protect you... It’s my fault. I don’t deserve your forgiveness... But..."
He continued, "But, Xixi, I’ve always wanted to make it up to you... I’ve always wanted to try... Even if I no longer have the right, I still don’t want you to get hurt... Xixi, please, just listen to this once..."
Tears rained down her face.
Yes, it’s all your fault. If it weren’t for you, how could I have ended up like this? Huang Xiaojue, it’s all your fault.
"If I hadn’t made those mistakes, we would have been married by now. We would even have children... Xixi... It was always who ssed up at every crucial mont..."
Feeling the wetness on his chest, Huang Xiaojue held her even tighter. Even at such a mont, he felt a strange sense of relief and peace, as if he had regained sothing lost. He would willingly pay any price if it could reclaim the lost ti.
But the next mont, she had already pushed him away.
His arms were empty, and so was his heart.
"Xixi..."
She had already wiped away her tears. Her voice steady, she said, "Huang Xiaojue, we are over. Even if Wan Donglin really abandons , I don’t need your pity, nor will I fall in love with you again. I know what I’m doing."
"Xixi, I’m not asking you to fall in love with again! At least, you have to think about yourself."
"That’s just who I am. I don’t give up until I’ve hit a wall. Otherwise, why would so many people hate ?"
She strode off.
Behind her ca Huang Xiaojue’s soft sigh, but she bit her lip and never looked back. She had hated him ever since the day she fought with his mother, and this hatred had never faded. No matter how hard he tried, she could never forgive him.
We can tolerate harm from an enemy, but how can we bear harm from the one we love most? Huang Xiaojue, you want to make ands? It’s too late. Far too late. I don’t need it anymore.
「That night.」
She constantly checked her phone. No miracle occurred.
She reviewed the ssages she’d sent over the past few days. They seed so frantic, so foolish. But on closer inspection, each one was the product of her wracking her brains. Each had hidden anings, ntioning specific places and people—all part of her painstaking effort. She was like a crazed cryptographer, just trying to tell him, "Don’t worry, I can handle it."
But was he really worried?
After a while, she raised her hand and deleted all the ssages.
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