When Sun Xuxue came out of his room, he just heard Zhu Qinghuan say two cruelest words to Nanyang in the gentlest tone at the entrance of the stairs:
"Don't waste your time on me, it's really not worth it."
"I won't like you."
Sun Xuxue watched Zhu Qinghuan go upstairs with a pale face, her footsteps were fast and hasty, as if she wanted to escape from this place immediately. She was clenched tightly in her heart, Zhu Qinghuan's words were really hurtful, how would Nanyang feel
She walked gently towards the living room, where the lights were still on. She saw Nanyang standing there, looking at the stairway where Zhu Qinghuan disappeared, and stood there for a long time. After Zhu Qinghuan left, Nanyang seemed to have returned to his former coldness, and he could feel the loneliness all over his body with just a back view.
It could be twenty minutes, it could be half an hour. Nanyang moved as if she had just woken up from a big dream, her back was a little stiff, she slowly walked back to the coffee table, picked up the dirty dishes and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Sun Xuxue hurriedly ran over: "Ancestor, let me wash it."
Nanyang stood by the sink, glanced at Sun Xuxue lightly, and said, "It's okay, it's just a bowl."
But Sun Xuxue clearly saw that Nanyang's right hand holding the dishcloth was shaking.
"Ancestor, actually you..." Sun Xuxue felt wronged and felt wronged for Nanyang. "Why do you do this? The more you are like this, the less she will appreciate it."
"I don't know, this is the last resort." Nanyang's deep voice was scattered in the kitchen where the lights were not turned on.
"Then you..."
"But I have no other choice." Nan Yang's lips curved bitterly, "Isn't it?"
Because I love you, I have no choice but to be nice to you.
Sun Xuxue had never been in love, so she would not understand this truth.
"But she's really not good enough, I think..." Sun Xuxue was angry for Nanyang.
"Xu Xue, you are used to thinking about things from my point of view, so when I don't get a response, you will think that the other party has a problem." Nanyang put the washed bowl on the table and stroked the porcelain bowl with wet hands. Edge, "However, not every one of her has to fall in love with me. For her, after all, I'm just someone I've never met, she has her own life trajectory and other things she values, she doesn't have to. Because of my obsessions, I have to respond. My memories and my obsessions, in the end, are just my business.”
Nanyang lowered his head, his eyelashes trembling, "So, don't think it's her fault. Speaking of which, I should be more disgusted by the lingering ghost."
Sun Xuxue felt that her nose was sore. She can understand what Nanyang means, but how can such Nanyang not be distressing
She dedicated her eternity to the reunion with her old friend. She loved so deeply, she should be crazy. But she is still so gentle, tenderly respecting every new soul of Qinghuan.
Sun Xuxue heard Sun Guohui say that in one lifetime, Nanyang was a little late when he found Qinghuan. She already has a man she loves, a firm and unswerving love. Nanyang didn't say anything or do anything, but when she got married, she went to the wedding banquet as a stranger. She gave an unsigned flower basket, sat on the mat, and watched her walk towards her own happiness in her wedding dress. After that, she left the city. In that lifetime, Nanyang never bothered her again. The only time she met with her in that lifetime was when she used her eyes to send her down the most beautiful red carpet in her life.
Will she be sad? Will she secretly cry on the night of the wedding banquet
Except for Nanyang himself, I am afraid no one can know.
If it weren't for the fact that this was her ninety-ninth life, and if it wasn't for the possibility of her recovering her memory, Nanyang would never have allowed Mei Zhongli to forcibly bind her to her side in the form of marriage. She pinned all her hopes on Zhu Qinghuan, so she was so embarrassed to her that she did not hesitate to bury herself in the humble soil. As long as there was a possibility of seeing the sun again, she was willing to let herself down a thousand times. 10,000 times.
Just to meet again.