Leng Yuchen shuttled between his hands in the scarf, as if he was holding it tightly in Mu Xiaojing's arms, and his heart tingled uncontrollably.

It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, but before they are sad, they saw their mother die, and he was strong enough not to shed a single tear, and now he sheds tears for the first time in his life.

The heart of steel turned into a finger twister, and he was just an ordinary man.

When love is discovered, it is irretrievable, and the beating heart is like crushing. When he questioned the emotion of timidity, she poured her heart into him.

Drowning in the sea does not know how to grow old, lovers do not know affection, Leng Yuchen missed his love.

A woman gives her heart is equivalent to handing over her life to the man she loves, she thinks it is the beginning of happiness, but in the end it is his ruthless destruction, that kind of heartache, what is the difference between cutting her heart with a knife.

People always don't cherish when they get it, and they forget it and want to have it.

Closing his eyes, the tears left behind could not delay the pain in his heart, and the scarf in his hand was the only thing he snuggled up.

In the drawer, there was a notebook tied with a ribbon, and he saw it, and his eyes froze, and he reached out to pick it up.

Putting it together with the scarf, whose note is it, Leng Yuchen is very clear.

The first page is the title page, which is written about her inner feelings when she started writing, and the lower right corner is matched with a happy facial expression, which is undoubtedly a notebook that records life.

Although this is Mu Xiaojing's privacy, he doesn't dare to open it easily, but there is a strong desire in his heart to open it.

If it is opened, he can know every detail of her life, and he can explore the deepest understanding of her, even if it is immoral, he will not hesitate to do it.

Temptation is in front of you, and no one will remain unmoved.

Sitting back on the edge of the bed, he still turned it and read it page by page, without missing a word.

Mu Xiaojing started writing after the death of her parents, she just brought it one sentence, most of it was about life and expectations, and she would cheer for herself at the end of each article.

He never asked her about it, and she never said it.

Studying and working part-time, that kind of hardship he didn't have before, he was shouldering one person at that time, and she was shouldering two people, how would he live every day in poverty, you can imagine.

Mu Han's illness brought her financial pressure, which was not something that a student who was still studying could afford, so she chose to go to the city that never sleeps, so much love money as life, all because it was the only source of saving her relatives.

He didn't know this, so he was furious and threw away all her hardships, and even took her dignity under his feet and trampled on it wantonly.

Leng Yuchen felt like a bastard!

In the diary, there are laughter with friends and tears forced by the economy. However, she is extremely strong, not crushed by it, does not bow to fate, and grows desperately like a tree of life, without being discouraged or complaining.

He felt sorry for such Mu Xiaojing, and regretted that he forced her with selfishness, but time had passed, and he couldn't do anything.

In the middle of the night, when he had read eighty percent of the diary, his fingertips turned to the next page, and the name that appeared made him stop, his pupils contracted again and again, and he stared at the line.

Who was that man? I would never tell him that the woman I spent with on that wrong night was myself. Let him think that she was approaching him with a purpose, and let the secret be buried forever.

At least he wouldn't be wary of her and wouldn't let himself get closer.

It doesn't matter how he misunderstands her, as long as he can stay by his side, he believes that everything can be resolved.

Falling in love with you is the luck of my life, I love you, whether it is right or wrong, I have no regrets in my life.

This is the last sentence, and at this moment, Leng Yuchen seemed to hear the sound of the whole world collapsing.

In her mind, she loved him and that her first man was him.

The person who possessed her was not Mo Wenxuan, it was him!

God was joking with him, and that night he had never been more happy than ever in her, but he couldn't see her face clearly. Now tell him that the woman of that night is Shino-jing, the woman he is in love with now.

He had questioned her if he had been told what it would be if he had been told, but there was no if.

If both of them weren't afraid of losing and confessed to each other earlier, things wouldn't have gotten irreparable.

He was wrong...

"Shizu... Why didn't you tell me... Why..."

The pain of his heart spread to his whole body, and the pain quickly spread to his abdomen, and the continuous burning pain continued to erode him.

Leng Yuchen bowed and fell to the carpet next to the bed, the cold sweat on his forehead wetting his black hair. Tightening Ying's eyebrows, his body was suffering from monstrous pain, and his hand was still holding the notebook tightly and not letting go.