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Chapter 713 In front of you, I will always be a loser

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    Huo Tingxiao just stood there, leaning against the pillar with his palms weakly. He lowered his head, tears glistening in his deep eyes. He endured the pain in his heart and asked in a low voice, "Qing Qing,  Wecan we really not be together anymorecan't we go back to the past?"

    Although his voice was very low and weak, he knew that Shen Qingqing standing next to him must be able to hear it.

    And it turns out that Shen Qingqing did hear it. She smiled softly and said coldly, "I can't go back."

    "Qingqing, I know, I'm a bastard, I hurt you, and I also know that you won't forgive me now. If you need time, I can give it to you, one year, two years, three years, or even ten years,  I will wait for you where you are. I just ask you not to reject me so decisively, okay?" Huo Tingxiao looked into her eyes, very seriously, very humble, even pleading.

    Shen Qingqing smiled and shook her head at Huo Tingxiao, "It's too late."

    "It's not too late, Qing Qing, it's not too late." Huo Tingxiao said eagerly, his eyes full of doting and distress.

    He reached out and held her cold hands, not wanting to let go or let go.

    If he could, he wanted to hold her hand like this and never let go for the rest of his life.

    "Qingqing, we still have the next few decades." Huo Tingxiao said eagerly, holding her hand a little tighter, even hurting her.

    "I know that Xu Youran's matter has always been a thorn in the side between us. I have always been unwilling to mention Xu Youran in front of you. It's over now. But after so many things, I realized that she is like a thorn in the side.  It is like a thorn lying between us, preventing us from getting closer."

    "Huo Tingxiao, I don't want to hear this anymore. It doesn't make any sense anymore." Shen Qingqing struggled, trying to get rid of her hand, but he held her tightly again.

    "Qingqing, please listen to me, okay?"

    If he doesn¡¯t say it now, maybe he will never have a chance again.

    "Qingqing, I only love you. From the first time I met you at the Shen family when I was fifteen years old, you said your name was Shen Qingqing. From that time on, I only love you. You said that I am your youth  The only person I have loved in my years, and you are not the person I love most in my entire youth. Later, I was kidnapped by Huo Tingyan and you came to rescue me. I was very happy, even though I later heard rumors that you abandoned me.  , I was just angry, angry about why you didn¡¯t come to accompany me during my kidney transplant. Instead, an outsider stayed with me. My feelings for Xu Youran were entirely because I thought she donated a kidney to me.  "

    "Later, my mother insisted that I marry you, and the moment you agreed to marry me, do you know how happy I was? At that time, I was thinking, even if you come late and don't take care of me, it doesn't matter, as long as  I just want you to be by my side. But things went counterproductive. On the day of the wedding, my mother died, and the photo she held in her hand was a photo of you and Huo Tingyan. Qingqing, can you understand the despair and torture I felt at that time? In order to calm down the pain in my heart.  Jealousy and hatred, I cruelly sent you to prison and ignored you to force myself to forget you. I don¡¯t look at you or think about anything about you. I think I can forget you.  . But five years later, when I see you again, I will know that I lost, Qingqing, in front of you, I will always be a loser." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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