Yu Jiangqing tightly controlled her limbs and restrained her body.
But Ding Ning's strength is stronger than that of ordinary girls. Even he needs to use all his strength to do it.
"Ning Ning—"
"No, it's not like that." Ding Ning shouted, and raised his hand to hit Yu Jiangqing directly in the face, "Who told you to touch my house, who told you to touch my house."
Touch my house
One sentence turned into a sharp dagger, piercing straight into Yu Jiangqing's heart.
In her mind, this is her home, and the house in the Military District compound in City B has nothing to do with her.
Does Yu Jiangqing have nothing to do with her
Yu Jiangqing let go, and Ding Ning ran out staggeringly, smashing everything that could be smashed outside.
Yu Jiangqing followed him out and stood at the door of the bedroom watching Ding Ning smash things.
It wasn't until the room became a mess, the curtains were torn, everything on the sofa was thrown to the floor, the kettle on the table and everything else turned into pieces, that the room seemed to become quiet.
Yu Jiangqing walked over slowly, looked at Ding Ning who was still breathing heavily, picked up an unopened fruit knife from the ground, and then handed the knife handle to Ding Ning, "I am also an outsider. Maybe you want to smash me too."
In one sentence, neither light nor heavy, but full of endless ridicule.
Ding Ning stood in the mess, his eyes falling on the hilt of the dagger.
She didn't move, and neither did he.
From time to time in the room, there was a slight sound of shattering from the debris under their feet. Ding Ning's foot was scratched with a small mark, and blood spilled out.
Yu Jiangqing slowly held her hand, and then placed the handle of the knife in her palm. The unopened blade was held too hard and scratched the hand holding it.
"I originally thought that at least I could still have some place in your heart, but now it seems that I thought too much." Yu Jiangqing said, blood flowing down his fingers.
One drop, one drop—
Then it fell to the floor and splashed a small bloody petal.
"I owe you first, and it's natural for you to hate me, but I took your unwillingness to leave to mean that you might still have a trace of love for me. I was wrong. You refused to leave, not because of your love, but because of your love. It's because I am the only person you are familiar with." Yu Jiangqing said, taking a step forward and placing the tip of the dagger on his chest.
Ding Ning instinctively wanted to retreat, but Yu Jiangqing controlled his wrist.
"I want to take you back here. I think that at least you will feel safe here." Yu Jiangqing said, taking another step forward and stabbing the dagger slightly into his chest, "This place will make you feel safe." , but everything here was made by me, so it doesn’t belong to you, including me.”
Ding Ning stared at his chest. Blood slowly overflowed on the pure cotton shirt. She wanted to scream, but she didn't know what she wanted to scream.
"In the past two months, it has been so difficult for me to beg you to speak or give me a response. You are willing to go out with Mo Fei and send messages to Ye Yuwei, but you are unwilling to give me a response, even the simplest reply. "Yu Jiangqing said, the right hand holding the dagger had already been stained red by blood, but he still did not let go, "Ding Ning, I have done everything I can do, and I am also working hard on what I cannot do. I’ve done it, what else do you want from me?”