"Don’t look then,"
Gu Shaocheng’s words struck Yan Fengchi. He opened his mouth but ended up defeatedly saying, "I can’t do that."
Even though seeing her fills him with anger, he still tries every possible way to see her, fearing that once he’s had his revenge, she will leave and disappear from his world forever.
Just thinking of that ending causes his heart to tighten and ache, yet he finds himself unable to forgive her for quite so ti.
Faced with an affection that was impure from the start, he doesn’t know what attitude to adopt towards it.
Love, if it begins with drunken indulgence, is called destiny;
Love, if it starts with actively throwing oneself into soone’s arms, is called a sche;
Yet if that sche revolves around him from beginning to end, perhaps his pride might be slightly soothed;
However, when soone sches only the beginning, and then drops you there, never to bother with you again, making you just a passerby A! It hurts both your sincerity and self-esteem!
"I can’t stop the urge in my heart to be loved," Yan Fengchi suppressed a deep breath, the disheartened man trapped in troubled love, unable to extricate himself.
Unfortunately, no one could light a lamp to guide him on his way.
"Oh?" Gu Shaocheng raised an eyebrow and twitched the corner of his eye, looking at his fourth brother plunged into the confusion of love, as if seeing his own past self. He casually reached into his pocket and, gazing at the glorious lights upstairs, slowly began to smile, "Savor it on your own."
Having said that, he walked with asured steps towards the hotel’s main building.
When it cos to the mixed flavors of love, others’ reasoning is all nonsense. You have to savor it personally; otherwise, you won’t understand.
There is only one posture of happiness in this world, but the pathways to the door of happiness are diverse. No one is a weather-vane for another. Perhaps only when you step through that door and look back on the past might you truly grasp the essence of love.
So far, Gu Shaocheng curled his lips into a bitter smile. He himself was still midway there.
Luo Xi walked to the hotel’s parking lot, her usual proud stride intact, found her car, pushed the person beside her away, and slid into the driver’s seat, "It’s fine, I got this. Don’t worry about ."
"Miss Luo, you’ve had quite a bit to drink. Are you sure you can drive?"
Her reply was a trail of exhaust fus.
The speeding car andered through the night city, aimlessly swaying.
Luo Xi’s fingers weaved through her hair, combing back a lock.
Elbow resting on the window, she was the picture of ease, blowing in the cool breeze. If this mont could be frozen, it would be a perfect scene.
But the grit got in her eyes.
A shining tear rolled out with the wind.
A sense of grievance spread silently through the air.
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"Burp..." Chenxing patted her stomach, feeling a solid thump on the back of her head.
She turned around to see Gu Shaocheng, full of keen interest, tugging open the seat next to her, "Being able to eat yourself stuffed at a wedding, you really are a rarity."
Chenxing shielded her face with her hand and went "bam," making intimate contact face-down with the table.
They were all gone, she didn’t know anyone at this table, so she’d thrown all her attention into eating and...well, forgot what moderation was, "Burp..." She covered her mouth. A woman, humiliated to the core, wished she could just burrow into a hole in the ground.
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