Yu Shengxia has gone crazy enough and made enough troubles. Life will always go on. She will not let those who hurt her parents have an easy time. She must make them feel the same.
The beautiful little face of the woman sitting beside the bed became distorted, and the flame of hatred was dancing in her quiet eyes.
After venting and crying, Yu Shengxia separated himself from the complicated emotions before, and found that what remained in the end was hatred, a hatred that had nowhere to vent.
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Huo Yannian, who was "driven out" by Yu Shengxia, stood at the door of the closed room, leaning against the wall with his tall body. The bangs on his forehead were a little too long, covering his eyes a little. Huo Yannian didn't care. , reaching into his pocket as if to feel for a cigarette, but there was nothing in his reach.
Without touching the cigarette, Huo Yannian could only withdraw his hand angrily, his head hanging slightly, looking like a melancholy statue from the side.
With his extraordinary handsomeness and charming melancholic temperament, Huo Yannian makes people obsessed with him, but all the emotions in his eyes only exist for one person.
The night is getting darker, and the lights on the second floor have been extinguished. Huo Yannian is still standing at the door of Yu Shengxia's room, still looking like a melancholic statue, but now he has a cigarette between his fingers and has not lit it. Playing with it so quietly.
In fact, Huo Yannian wasn't worried about what Yu Shengxia would do stupidly, but he just wanted to be with her. He gave her the private space of a room and just stayed with her outside the door.
He had not been with her during that devastating blow, so this time, he must be by her side.
Yu Shengxia, even if you lose the whole world, I, Huo Yannian, will still be yours.
As the night faded and dawn arrived, Huo Yannian, who had not slept for two nights in a row, finally couldn't hold on any longer and slid along the wall to sit on the ground, burying his head in his knees and falling into a deep sleep.
When Yu Shengxia opened the door of the master bedroom, this was what he saw.
Huo Yannian was wearing home clothes, with one leg straight and one bent, sleeping in a posture that looked handsome, but in fact should be very uncomfortable.
"Huo Yannian..."
Yu Shengxia frowned slightly and pushed him gently. When her palm came into contact with Huo Yannian's home clothes, she realized that it was cold.
He wouldn't... A thought came into his mind, and Yu Shengxia quickly walked to the guest room and took a look. Sure enough, the bed in the room over there was neat and tidy, without even the slightest wrinkle.
Huo Yannian apparently stayed at her door the whole night.
Yu Shengxia walked back to Huo Yannian gently: "Yannian, wake up!"
Huo Yannian was exhausted. He had been working overtime because he wanted to return to her as soon as possible. He had not had a good rest, and he had not slept for two nights in a row. Even a man made of iron could not bear it. live.
Huo Yannian slept deeply and was not shaken awake for a while. Yu Shengxia increased the force on his hands: "Yannian..."
The man opened his sleepy eyes, raised his head, and was about to say something when a sharp pain came from his neck. His sleepiness immediately dissipated, and the expression on his face became strange.
Yu Shengxia was frightened by Huo Yannian's expression and asked quickly: "What's wrong with you?"
Mr. Huo's handsome face was almost wrinkled, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words from his throat: "It's twisted... on the neck."