Chapter Ninety-One: In Distress

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He didn't answer.

Xia Han was stunned in place, could she have forgotten it so easily?

All of this that had been dreamy came again. He suddenly appeared in her life again, and they wanted to be as ambiguous and close as they had always been. Yes, sweet days always blind people's eyes.

In just one afternoon, Xia Han once again abandoned everything and sank deeply into the cheese trap of Zuoqiu. She seems to have forgotten her role again.

A humble pet, a sad spare tire behind a much-anticipated relationship.

"Hmm. She is still in Japan. ”

Zuoqiu said softly, his tone calm as if the announcer of the evening news was announcing tomorrow's weather.

"Oh...... Really, there are really not many ladies who pay so much attention to their self-cultivation now! I'm going to get married soon, and I'm going to study for so long......"

Xia Han felt a chill down his spine. The two of them were close to each other and had a lively conversation, but she felt as if she was in another unrelated world.

It was obviously a bright light and a respectful smile, but Xia Han felt as if he had been slapped twice, and his face was hot and stinging, and it hurt.

"Well, when the date of the engagement banquet is confirmed, I will send you an invitation as soon as possible."

"Good, good...... That's it! Congratulations in advance! Then I'll not bother for now! ”

The man in the gray suit waved politely and nodded slightly at Xia Han. Thinking that Zuo Qiuchen was so bright just now, he invited him to the engagement banquet in advance before the time was set, and left with a smile on his face, and his heart blossomed.

Zuoqiu wrapped his arm around Xia Han's boneless thin waist, gently hugged her and continued to walk forward slowly. Xia Han no longer felt the lively party, the noisy crowd and the noisy music.

In Xia Han's sight, there were only countless people talking happily to each other, her lips opening and closing between her lips and teeth, but she couldn't hear any sound, as if she had pressed the mute button.

The hot arm of the left mound behind her made her feel like her back was being burned by fire, and there was no warmth, only countless torments. But other than that, her body felt like she was in a huge ice cellar, and the cold around her made her shiver slightly.

Say something. Xia Han begged Zuoqiu in his heart to say something, even if it was a lie.

The biting cold made Xia Han feel desperately painful, and every step was like stepping on the edge of a knife. She couldn't hold on any longer, she didn't want to fall to the ground in public.

"Xia Han ......"

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Xia Han pushed Zuoqiu's hand away, and walked quickly to the bathroom without looking back.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and she was so sad. Remember a few months ago? This face has appeared on the cover of Time magazine countless times.

Remember not so long ago on the other side of the globe? This face has appeared on the red carpet of countless movie premieres.

Remember her? Is this still her?

Xia Han smiled bitterly, things are wrong, she has never felt so lowly. As a third party involved in love, as a spare tire whose desires are dissatisfied and at the mercy of others.

Zuoqiu stood in the corridor outside the bathroom, quietly looking at the door that had not been opened for a long time.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated wildly. Unfamiliar numbers. Zuoqiu silently picked it up and heard the voice of a man distorted by a machine.

"If you want to save him, come to Finnish Villa."