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If it wasn't for the real touch of the arms around his waist, and the scorching sound of breathing next to his ears, Fu Sasa would definitely suspect that he was having auditory hallucinations at this moment.
Nearly two years have passed, more than 600 days, from insomnia at the beginning to self-suggestion in the middle, until now, she is as numb as self-deception.
I thought I had recovered, I thought that when I think of this person again, I won't be heartbroken again. But after hearing his voice, the memories that swept up at that moment were like cobwebs, forcing her to be powerless to resist.
The one who was thrown under the street lamp, the one who was forgotten in the restaurant, and the one who squatted beside the elevator crying loudly.
She gave up struggling, and pressed her forehead against the wall weakly, not daring to look back at him, for fear that if she looked at him, she would show weakness, and if she looked at him, tears would fall.
Wen Yang sensed that something was wrong with her, and turned her around. She was lifeless and let him move.
"Fu Sasha." He called her.
She closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembled, her lips were bitten tightly, and she looked tortured.
When did Wen Yang see her like this? The girl in his memory has always been bright and flamboyant, with a bit of wantonness and cunning. She was always going forward in front of him, as if she would never turn back if she hit the south wall, she had never shown such a desperate expression.
He suddenly became tormented, he didn't dare to think about how she spent the days when he was away, and he didn't dare to think deeply about who the culprit was.
The moonlight outside the window was faint, and he caught sight of the marks on her wrists that he had scratched. Wen Yang finally calmed down: "Sorry, I just got off the plane, and I'm a little irrational."
During the 12-hour voyage, he repeatedly stared at the messages sent to him by Zhou Mo without closing his eyes. Coupled with the high-intensity study before, after seeing such a dazzling hug picture, he felt a chord in his mind for a moment. It just broke.
At that moment, he clearly recognized the most despicable possessiveness and jealousy in a man's bones.
Wen Yang laughed at himself, the girl in front of him still didn't move, a few strands of hair stuck to her cheek, he thought for a moment, then reached out to hook her behind her ear.
Just as her long finger was about to touch it, she suddenly turned her head away and avoided it.
"Because of your young master's whim, I will be humiliated by you like a slave, right?"
She opened her eyes and spoke in a cold tone.
Wen Yang froze for a moment, frowned and said, "You don't need to belittle yourself so much."
"Really?" She leaned down, picked up the handbag she dropped during the fierce struggle just now, and said indifferently: "Aren't you the one who has been belittling me?"
It was you who made me let go of my self-esteem.
It is you who make me irrevocable.
It is you who make mehumble and helpless.
All of this is because of you.
Maybe it was resentment, maybe it was unwillingness, but his return made her smell a little pleasure of revenge.
Fu Sasa straightened her back, took a step closer to him, and continued, "Are you disappointed?" She laughed casually: "I don't want to be your dog now, you are mentally unbalanced, so you came all the way here I'm looking for presence here, right?"
No.
He lowered his eyes, not understanding the intention of her sudden hostility, but the words of explanation rolled twice in his throat, and he still couldn't speak them out.
It is probably the greatest tragedy that an arrogant young man cannot save his face and repair the precarious and broken relationship.
Wen Yang sighed: "Give me another half a year." In half a year, he will be able to graduate, and he will make up for the long years to come.
At this time, Young Master Wen still felt that the haunting lady would always wait there.
But how could he be so confident.
People who have been hurt may not choose to forgive, and the night of tears may not necessarily become a brand.
? Nothing is permanent.
Especially when she said such a sentence, his composure and calmness were all beaten back to their original form.
"But I don't like you anymore."
Time seemed to stand still, the girl raised her head, and emphasized each word: "In the past, I have been waiting endlessly for you, ignoring the people around me. Now I find that besides you, I actually have many other things. s Choice."
He could hardly believe what he heard, the tingling pain in his heart changed from faint to unbearable frequency.
This strange emotion came too anxiously, accompanied by anger, Wen Yang dragged her to him uncontrollably.;Go away, I'm about to sprout! Throw 1 mine