I Love You, It's Not About You

Chapter 70: Hit him

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Suddenly, reacting and realizing what he did.

My heart suddenly throbbed, and I seemed to see my heart and sister Qianya's soul being torn apart with the drawing, floating in the air constantly.

I looked at Ye Yuli in surprise, but I didn't expect him to do this. With my eager pleading, he let me watch the sketches turn into pieces of paper. I called his name with difficulty: "Ye Yu Li!" His voice became hoarse with anger, "How can you do this?"

The guy obviously didn't realize how strong my reaction was, and said frankly, "As long as I like it, what can't it?"

He said: As long as I like it, what can't be!

Snapped----

The sound of slap falling echoed countless times in the room, Ye Yuli kept the posture of being beaten over, without responding.

For the first time in so many years, I hit him so angrily.

The air was so quiet and ghostly, I kept staring at him, staring at him with all the anger and disappointment.

The whole world seems to be stunned by this slap, there is no voice, no language, no emotion.

After a long time, I drove Ye Yuli out of the room like crazy.

Locked the door, I leaned on the door, and slipped weakly...

I looked at the paper scattered on the floor-Wan Tengfeng's torn smiling face, tears kept falling.

Sister Qianya, why did things get to this point, I just understood----I was wrong!

I shouldn’t take your unfinished painting without authorization, I ruined what you left for Wan Tengfeng, sorry, sorry...

Tears fell rustlingly, dripping on the floor, hurting in my heart.

I moved over little by little, looking at the pieces of paper on the ground, there were countless voices in my heart saying: broken broken...

The door was knocked, and it was mother's concerned voice: "Tingting, what are you doing, what's wrong, please open the door?"

I want to say like before: "I'm fine!"

But the heart and body twitched.

I did not answer, but let the tears fall silently.

The sound of the lock being opened came, and I ignored it.

The door was pushed open, and my mother rushed in nervously. Seeing that I was okay, she was relieved.

She walked to my side and squatted down and asked gently, "What's the matter?"

I still have no response.

She looked at the piece of paper on the ground and said, "Did your brother break your drawing? It's okay, we can draw another one." She said, reaching out to pick up the piece of paper on the ground.

"Don't touch it!" I yelled nervously, for fear that it would all be gone if I touch it.

After a long time, my mother saw that the comfort was ineffective, so she left.

I was crying, crying silently...until...

The door was pushed open again, and the sound of rapid breathing came from behind me.

The visitor gently closed the door, walked over step by step, squatted down in front of me, and gently wiped away tears for me.

But no matter how he wiped it, tears kept pouring out. All the tears of my ten years have flowed out today.

He suddenly hugged me tightly, tightly. A scent of gardenia poured into the nose, feeling warm.

He is also wearing white overalls.

"Yiting, don't do this, OK? If you are like this, I will be sad. I have known you for so long and I have never seen you cry, but today, you cry like this, I really don't know what to do. Qiao Jun what Don't be afraid, just afraid of Yiting's tears." He said distressedly.