"Shaochen, I'm sorry...... Shaochen...... I...... I ......" She was incoherent for a moment, but she trembled and clung to him.

As if she was afraid that as soon as he withdrew his hand, she would lose the whole world.

"I'm sorry......" tears poured down the back of his hand, she lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes were stained with tears, she was born delicate and beautiful, coupled with the temperament of aristocratic life cultivation since childhood, her whole face looked as if it was perfect and could not find any flaws.

With such a face and such a look, if it were the sons and brothers who had always loved her among the other aristocratic children, they might have collapsed under her pomegranate skirt.

But Liang Shaochen just looked at her quietly, his eyes were clear, with a touch of softness, but in that gaze, there seemed to be a window, which was a place that he would never be able to open for anyone other than the woman in his heart.

But Nangong Zhongli won't understand, and she may never understand.

Because as long as the man in front of her gave her a gentle gaze, a tone of pity, or even just a smile, she would think that she had reached heaven.

"I know it's wrong...... Shaochen, I beg you...... Can you forgive me this time? Shaochen, I am willing to do anything for you! I do this qiē because I love you too much...... I don't want anyone to share you with me, I just want to be the only one by your side, you understand......"

She said from the bottom of her heart, she held his hand, her teeth chattering, her voice hoarse, she stared at him with a pleading gaze, longing for him.

It's like a humble prisoner, begging God for forgiveness.

Yes, he is her God, she always knew it......

Liang Shaochen looked at her, his gaze became complex and profound, making it impossible to understand what he was thinking.

But soon, he withdrew his hand.

With a hint of indifference, a hint of determination, he withdrew his hand.

Nangong Zhongli looked shocked, and grabbed Liang Shaochen's arm again.

"Shaochen...... I was wrong, you can do whatever you want me to do...... Just don't hate me...... Don't ignore me, don't want me...... Shaochen, I beg you, I really love you so much, I ......"

"Enough. Liang Shaochen looked at her coldly: "You love me? You have never loved me! Nangong Zhongli, your so-called love is just for possession, but for satisfying yourself." So...... Don't talk to me about love again......"

"No......" Nangong Zhongli shook her head, she muttered, "That's not the case...... Not really!"

Liang Shaochen was about to pour himself a glass of wine, but found that the wine was pouring very slowly, and suddenly, he pushed the wine glass a little impatiently, raised the wine bottle and raised his head to drink.

He drank quickly and violently, and after a while, most of the bottle of wine was in his stomach.

Nangong Zhongli stood up and tried to stop him, but he was vigorously thrown away by his whole person. She almost fell and bumped into the pedestrians behind her, all looking at her with strange eyes.

Nangong Zhongli's eyes were hazy with tears, and she was about to speak, when suddenly, there was a noise at the door.

Immediately afterwards, a woman with seven or eight men walked up to Nangong Zhongli, pointed at her, and said, "It's her!

That woman was the one who had just been splashed with wine by Nangong Zhongli and then fled.

But now, she was aggressive, as if she was going to eat Nangong Zhongli.

Nangong Zhongli wiped his tears, and was stupid for several seconds before he reacted

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