The sound of sighing is like a falling snowflake in the dark night, returning to the white snow, dyeing the endless vastness.

The system stayed for a while, and at this moment it suddenly realized that it seemed that it had never seen Anyang clearly.

[Yes...... Isn't it the people of this world? 】

In the entanglement, only this one answer came to mind.

An Yang's chest rose and fell, she didn't expect Jiang Cong to discover the existence of that person. But what she hates the most is this......

Jiang Cong didn't know about Haowen's existence at all......

[It's a person from this world,] An Yang tilted her head slightly, and her messy hair fell, covering the emotions surging in her eyes, [but his existence has long been wiped out. 】

The system obediently chose to shut up at this time, in this world, it saw a completely different Anyang, and at this moment, the fragility in Anyang's voice, like a fine needle, made it feel, derived from the cold operation of a kind of emotion called distress.

[No one in the world can find out his existence,] An Yang laughed to himself, [The name Haowen, only a few people know. Except for me, those people would like him to die, let alone mention his existence to others. 】

Obviously, he was also a noble son who was held by the stars at the beginning, but it was so easy to disappear.

As soon as Jiang Cong came in, he saw An Yang's slightly reddened eyes.

The spacious version of the dressing gown hung halfway from her body, and the remaining traces made his heart skip a beat.

"Yangyang, I'm back," he narrowed his eyes, his palm twisting her face semi-stiffly, "miss me?" ”

An Yang laughed contemptuously, his eyes swept coldly, "How can you let me go?" ”

"Don't say that," Jiang Cong's eyes darkened, his thumb pressed against her jaw, and he unconsciously exerted force, "It's you who won't let me go." Yangyang, you see how much I like you, I don't like myself anymore for you. ”

"It's clear that we're on good track in a certain way, so why don't you admit it?"

The affection and madness in Jiang Cong's eyes were enough to make any woman who had a good impression of him fall.

But the aggrieved approach only made An Yang feel disgusted.

"Whoever I like, I can't like you. Jiang Cong, you should die. ”

Jiang Cong's breathing stagnated, and finally eased the stiffness on his face for a moment, he couldn't bear to be angry in front of An Yang, "Am I not doing well enough?" I ......"

"Get out!" An Yang ruthlessly interrupted him, "Jiang Cong, even if I die, I can't choose you!" ”

This sentence ignited the red at the end of Jiang Cong's eyes, and he slammed it on An Yang's body, and pinched her neck with his palm, "Don't challenge my patience, there is obviously a better way to go!" Between us, there is obviously more ......"

"Jiang Cong," An Yang laughed miserably, the voice squeezed out of his throat was fragile and weak, "You obviously didn't love me so much in the past, and now what are you ...... for?"

This sentence was like a collapsing snow-capped mountain, freezing Jiang Cong coldly.

The red eyes inadvertently swelled with a faint color of water, he looked at the person below him vaguely, bent down and rubbed lightly on her face, "No why, because I know I love you." ”

When he closed his eyes, cool tears fell on Anyang's neck.

It was impossible for him to tell Anyang the reason, because the choices he made again and again were not what he really wanted.