"Do you have feelings? What kind of feelings?" Qin Qiu asked tremblingly.
Ye Yuxuan tilted his head indifferently and thought for a while before answering coldly, "I cried."
Qin Qiu was stunned, stunned, stunned. His lips trembled for a few seconds before he said, "You you you you... you cried."
In the last sentence, he almost roared.
Qin Qiu was not surprised who cried in this world.
But if Ye Yuxuan cried, he would doubt whether it was the end of the world.
Ye Yuxuan closed his eyes, his face a little tired. "I had a dream, a long, long dream."
Qin Qiu was still shocked, "What dream is so powerful."
You must know that Ye Yuxuan has no feelings, let alone cry, it is estimated that all the people around this man have died, and he will not frown.
Ye Yuxuan opened his eyes, and there was finally a trace of emotional fluctuations in his dead pupils.
"It's a dream about love."
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Follow-up to "Brother President Loves Me Again":
Rain in thunderstorms always looks extra icy.
Under the gray weather, Han Zhengyu watched Bai Weiwei's burial with his own eyes.
He pursed his lips and lost weight in a short period of time. When he saw that the urn was buried, he suddenly rushed over and grabbed the urn out.
"Mr. Han?" Everyone exclaimed, but still couldn't stop the man in front of him.
Because his eyes are so desperate, so desperate that people can't help but feel pity.
"Weiwei said she didn't like the cemetery. She was going to a place full of flowers. She was afraid of being alone. I had to accompany her."
Han Zhengyu held the urn tightly, his pale face pressed against the cold urn, as if this was his only salvation.
He thought he could bear the pain of losing her. After she died, he seemed to feel no pain at all, and arranged everything in an orderly manner according to all steps.
He didn't expect that Bai Weiwei was carrying a mobile phone, and the recording was still on.
All the voices of her confrontation with Li Qingqing before her death were recorded.
"Yes, I did it all, but no one will know about it..."
When he heard Li Qingqing's roar, the whole person was cold from beginning to end.
He remembered that after Bai Weiwei regained her memory, she tried her best to explain to him that the car accident was framed by someone else, but he didn't believe it, indulged the real murderer and killed her.
Unprecedented regret and pain were like termites, biting his heart to pieces.
"I love him… "
This sentence, with a heart-piercing coughing sound, was obviously so painful, but it was still said word by word.
When Han Zhengyu heard these words, he felt that the whole world was quiet and darkness went down.
Then came the severe pain, which tore his whole body apart.
The tears in his eyes finally fell, drop by drop, line by line, surging out.
Regret, pain, longing, and despair intertwined into an unbearable burden that crushed him completely.
"Vivi, Vivi, Vivi..."
"I love you too… "
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Qin Qiu: "... uh, so you cried along."
There was a trace of exhaustion on Ye Yuxuan's silent face. He nodded, "When I woke up, my face was full of tears."
Qin Qiu: "Then you feel heartache too?"
Ye Yuxuan was silent for a long time, until Qin Qiu was nervous, and then shook his head, "I don't know."