In the past, as long as she had a little trouble with him, he would come over to tease her with a smile, and every time he fought coldly, he was definitely the first to succumb, but this time, he ...... Only this time!

Is he getting more and more ruthless, or is she sinking deeper and deeper.

It's really hard for Yan Ran to imagine what she would do if he really didn't want to see her, or ignore her even if she was hurt like this time?

Thinking like this, I felt as if someone had stabbed a knife into my heart, and it was cold and piercing, and tears were crackling down.

"Uh......h Woo......" she cried louder and louder.

She was used to him gluing to her all day, to his laughter, his funny, to his childishness, to his flicking of her forehead, to fiddling with her bangs, and to the hand that held her tightly......

She really wasn't like this before, she was very strong, very self-reliant, she could take care of her grandmother and Yanyu by herself, and she could also take care of her studies, but since she met him, she seemed to have changed.

While he brought her countless joys and smiles, he also brought her more tears and pain, making her unconsciously vulnerable, wanting to occasionally let go of all the heavy baggage on her shoulders and slowly rely on him......

Gu Yanran, you're done! You're really done!

She hated him for turning her into the vulnerable she was now, but she had to admit that she was sweet and happy when she was with him.

In the final analysis, whoever loves more deeply in love is the weaker, and it really has nothing to do with whether they are strong or not.

"What's wrong? Does it still hurt? Is that school doctor reliable? Why don't we go to the hospital! Xia Mo picked up his coat casually and was about to take Yanran out, thinking that Yanran's hand was too painful before crying.

"Xia Mo......" She took Xia Mo's hand and looked at her with tears in her eyes.

"I miss him!" She hugged Xia Mo and cried.

Xia Mo was slightly stunned, holding Yanran in his arms, his eyes dim. Looks lonely.

looked down at Yanran, who was crying in her arms, and gently patted her back with his hand, like a silent comfort.

I secretly said in my heart: Good sister, please! That's it! Don't get caught up in it again, it's still too late!

Thinking like this, I suddenly felt a little ridiculous, he was Nangong Xuanmu! It is the same sunshine as the storage zài. They've been in the dark for too long. If you don't meet him, it's fine, but if you do, who can get out of it!

The next morning. Xuanmu was absent from class, and the big boss was very angry and his face was gloomy.

Yanran lowered her eyebrows and looked at the empty seat beside her. Looks lonely.

Did he deliberately not come to class to avoid her?

In the afternoon. Xuanmu was found back by the big boss, and it is said that he was severely criticized, and he was also asked to write a review and punished for 10 laps.

When he appeared. It seems that he has just been punished, sweating profusely, and his bangs are wet. His breath was unsteady and he looked extremely tired. Hold on to your body.

The classmates looked at him gloatingly, sneeringly bowing their heads and whispering, but he was always faint, his face was calm and indifferent, and he was like two people who were thunderous yesterday.

He walked to Yan Ran's side and began to pack his things, seeing Yan Ran's hand wrapped in gauze, his brows furrowed, he felt his throat tight, and his eyes ached.

"Xuanmu ......" she called his name, her voice was soft, she wanted to say something to him, but she didn't know what to say.

He lowered his head and gathered his things, not daring to look at her.

"We ......," she said, in a voice so small that only the two of them could hear it, her head bowed, her face even paler under her long black hair.

His heart 'banged', he only felt a buzzing in his head, his back was cold, his hand collecting the book stiffened for a moment, and he still lowered his head, not daring to look at her.

What was she going to say to him? Say "we ......" to break up?

As soon as he heard that Yanran was injured last night, he wanted to run out to see her, but was stopped by Yunhai, saying that the girl's dormitory was closed, and Yanran also needed a good rest, so he asked him to apologize to her tomorrow.

But who knows, if he missed that moment, he didn't have the courage to see her.

He stayed up all night, and when he thought that he had accidentally injured Yanran, he felt uncomfortable tightness in his chest.

Guilt and self-blame were like a boulder pressing down on his chest, making him breathless.

That night, he thought about it a lot.

He thought that Yan Ran would definitely not forgive him again this time, and would never pay attention to him again.

Her heart has always been tougher than his, and once she makes up her mind, she will not change.

What will happen to her if they break up?

Her life must be the same as usual, and even better, without worrying that he will interrupt her studies, and without wasting time and effort to make up lessons for him, and without comforting a naïve boy like him and cleaning up the mess for him.

Will she cry if they break up? Will you be reluctant to give him up?

She won't!

She has always been a strong girl, very self-reliant, very independent, rational and intelligent, and will never shed a tear for an unreasonable and emotional guy like him!

A beautiful and beautiful girl like her will definitely meet a boy who is a hundred or ten thousand times better than him.

For example, Zhou Su, for example, the guy who had only met once and was called Ling Shan.

But the thought of her being with other boys made him feel like meat on a chopping block, mercilessly slaughtered, piece by piece, bloody, but she didn't care.

He admitted that he was crazy with jealousy, and he wanted to cut Zhou Su with a thousand knives.

But she remembered the scene when Yan Ran protected Zhou Su behind her, her eyes were so firm, she didn't even blink her eyes in the face of his fist, she bravely raised her head and looked at him hostilely, her dark and bottomless eyes were full of anger.

With those eyes, he felt like a joke, he was fighting, and his girlfriend was actually helping others.

Does she know who she is protecting with her weak little body, who is her boyfriend?

He had never been so angry, so painful, and nothing more than that!

However, what would he have done without Gu Yanran?

He is not as rational as her, not as good at controlling feelings as she is, and not as ruthless as her.

Except for Gu Yanran, he is afraid that he will never fall in love with other girls again in this life, so he simply shaved his hair and became a monk like Master Jingchen.

He chased her for so long, and he was kind to her with all his heart, but in the end, what he got in exchange was her betrayal!

Shame and anger made him close to the brink of collapse, he was angry with her, he didn't really want to hurt her, where was he willing to do it, even if she did something very wrong, he would never be willing to move a finger of her.

It's just that...... It's just that at that time, he really couldn't control his feelings, and his anger had burned away what little reason he had left, and even he didn't know what he had done.

When he calmed down, he found that he couldn't turn back, and she must have died for him this time!

The wound on Yan Ran's hand was so dazzling, as if he had cut a piece of flesh in his heart, his eyes and nose were sour, his throat was inexplicably tight, and he didn't know what to say.

The first time he did it to a girl, he accidentally injured her, and he hurt the girl at the tip of his heart.

He didn't want to break up with her, but he didn't have the courage to face Yanran, he sped up the speed of sorting out the books, and then put them in his backpack haphazardly, leaving as if fleeing the plague, without looking at her from beginning to end.

If he looked up, he would definitely see that the girl who was originally clear and crystalline, her eyes were swollen, red, bloodshot, pale, and lonely, and he was the only one who couldn't sleep last night.

He left, he didn't look at her from beginning to end, stinky Xuanmu, bad Xuanmu, he really hated him more and more, and he really ignored him in the future.

What's the big deal! Without him, she can live a good life, at least better than him!

Crystal tears slid down her cheeks, and she raised her hand to quickly wipe them away, sniffing, and pretending to be strong.

After school, today Wednesday is the day of practice, she came to the piano room early, but she was not in a hurry to practice, but stayed by the glass window for a long time, as if waiting for someone.

Who else can you wait for! Who else but Xuanmu!

They said that they would practice here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and that was the agreement between them, and they had quarreled so many times, and those good promises before were broken by them one by one as the number of quarrels they had increased, and only this agreement, whether he or she guarded it.

She told her to stop paying attention to him, and reason told her that, first, she was right. Second, she shouldn't just tolerate his vexatiousness. Third, she should teach him some lessons.

Therefore, she should be more indifferent, if he doesn't give in first, she should definitely not deal with him first.

But all the preconceived assumptions and scenarios fell apart under his indifferent expression.

She was angry with him and complained about him, but she clearly knew that she didn't want to push the hard-won relationship between the two to a desperate situation because of this incident.

Whoever loses first, who is soft first, in fact, what is there to worry about?

He came anyway, though with heavy steps, his head bowed, and walking slowly, but she still saw him, on the asphalt road where they used to joke and frolic about.

Her eyes were crooked, and she stood by the window and smiled at him.

Expecting it to come true, her heart blossomed, and he always seemed to be able to manipulate her emotions so lightly.

Her crying, her laughter, her sadness, or her joy were all in the hands of the boy who was walking in her direction.

She had to admit that she was becoming more and more unproductive and unprincipled in the face of him.

What was she going to say? Or you don't have to say anything at all, just pretend to be as usual and sit down to practice.

But what if he's still angry? Maybe she could tell him some nice jokes...... But she doesn't know how to tell jokes!

She was a little nervous and at a loss, and all kinds of ideas began to pop up.

Is it better to have her hair loose, or is it simply tied up?

He seems to have said that he liked the way she put her hair down.

Yesterday she cried for a long time, her eyes were swollen from crying, and she gently patted her eyes with her hand, hoping to reduce the swelling and not be seen by him.

What the hell is she doing? Why was she so nervous? (To be continued) R580