"But why do you keep writing to me?" Qinghe's face changed, and she was a little excited.

"I didn't write those letters," said Zai with a resolute face, "I have only replied to you once, and I have rejected you as I did just now." Actually, you don't have to be sad, you have never really liked me, you just like the feeling that there are many boys who like you, you think that I will revolve around you and be infatuated with you like them, but you are wrong, the moment An'an appeared, I only knew what real liking is. I hope that the person you really like will also show up one day sooner. ”

"If you didn't write them, what about these letters?" The corners of Qinghe's mouth twitched a little, and she couldn't accept it at all.

Ximu knew that she couldn't hide it, she was a little scared, a little regretful, but she had already reached this point, her feet were as heavy as lead, and she couldn't move if she wanted to run, so she could only face it hard.

"I don't know about this," Regen took out the letter he had written to Qinghe from his backpack, "Yes, it's too late, but it's still useful to you now, at least it proves that I didn't write those letters." ”

Qinghe took the letter, her hand trembled a little, not because of Regency's refusal, but because she realized that she had fallen into a huge lie woven by Nozomi and felt humiliated like never before, so just Reborn saw everything and heard their conversation, so he probably kept laughing at her in the corner. She can lose the love of regeneration, but she can't be ridiculed, she can't lose her self-esteem. She glared at Nozomi fiercely.

Ximu looked at Regeneration with a frightened expression on his face, and then buried his head low, not saying a word, of course she knew that those letters were not written by Regeneration, because she wrote them. Where did that letter regeneration come from? Shouldn't it be in her own dorm? She stole his weekly notebook and imitated his handwriting to write a letter to Qinghe, so she could only hide the letter that was replied to again, because the imitation of handwriting would eventually be different, but fortunately, Qinghe didn't recognize his pen to get by.

She wasn't afraid that Qinghe would really snatch Regency, she knew very well in her heart that Regeneration liked An'an very much, so as long as they dispersed, she would be able to stay by Regeneration's side, get close to him, comfort him, maybe she still had a chance.

She thought about making Qinghe mistakenly think that Rebirth still liked her, she couldn't compare with An'an, she couldn't take away Regeneration, but if she couldn't do it, it didn't mean that Qinghe couldn't, she knew that An'an came out and asked Qinghe to talk to her, she would definitely believe it. Everything is arranged so impeccably, with An An's character, coupled with the personality that regenerates and doesn't like to explain, they will definitely have estrangement and suspicion, she just wants them to break up, and she doesn't want to really hurt Qinghe.

Regeneration pulled An An out of the passenger station, at that moment, An An didn't escape, and also held his hand, he was like her life-saving straw, leading her to escape from this embarrassing place. At that moment, there was no need to ask anything more, his resoluteness, the temperature from his fingers, were confessing to her his firmest heart, and she believed in him.

"Why are you here?" An Shore asked as he looked sideways.

"Didn't we make an appointment?" Regeneration looked at An'an and smiled softly. In fact, he was also very afraid, afraid that he would be in the middle of the curtain, if it wasn't for the diary of the week and the letter, he might really miss the appointment today, he felt heartache when he thought that An An would have to face them alone, and even misunderstand himself, and he didn't know anything in the dark.

"Regeneration, thank you!" An Shore said sincerely, with a satisfied look on his face.

"If you really thank me, you must believe me, no matter what others say." At this moment, he suddenly felt the horror of lies, it turned out that suspicion can really break a relationship, and if he is not careful, he and An An will be separated, he can't guarantee that he will arrive in time every time, so he needs her trust.

"I'm sorry, I'll believe you in the future."

"There's no need to be sorry, you know, sometimes I don't like to talk, I don't like to explain so much, but I really have you in my heart, I want you to be good, my emotions are not aimed at you, you can ignore it and promise me, okay?"

"Okay."

"If there are any problems in the future, we will all tell each other, I want you to be transparent with me forever, okay?" Regeneration stroked An'an's hair with his hand, his eyes full of love.

"Okay, I promise you." An'an looked into his eyes, and his heart was about to break.

"Qinghe!" Nozomi chased after her.

"Why are you lying to me? Isn't it fun? ”

Ximu didn't say a word.

"These letters weren't written by him at all, you fabricated them, right? Why are you embarrassing me so much? Qinghe glared at her, tears in her eyes, and she was almost about to collapse in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Qinghe, I was wrong, I didn't mean to."

"It wasn't intentional, so what else are you going to do to me on purpose?"

"I didn't expect to hurt you, I didn't expect Regeneration to find out."

"Is that the point? You deceive me? What is your purpose? Just to break them up, right? So you don't compromise your means and put me like a clown in front of the regeneration! She didn't want to cry in front of Ximu, this person who hurt her, how could she compromise with her, the tears kept going down her stomach, and her throat hurt.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't know it would be like this." Ximu really regretted it, she didn't know what she was doing in the first place? Now this result is entirely self-inflicted.

"Don't follow me anymore!" Qinghe yelled at her, the first time she felt so embarrassed.

Qinghe took out five letters from her backpack and slammed them in the face, "Give it back to you, you can continue your self-directed and self-acting!" ”

A letter slashed across Ximu's face, and the sharp edge left a shallow wound on her face, blooming bright blood, Qinghe was suddenly stunned for a moment, a little overwhelmed. Ximu didn't react, as if he was waiting to be punished.

"That's the end of it, I won't bother with you anymore. But in the future we are enemies, you hear clearly, don't appear in front of me again, I won't be soft on you again. Qinghe said those words decisively, turned and left.

Ximu stood in place, her tears also broke down, she knew that all this was her own self-inflicted consequences, but why did she hate it so much, hate herself for being stupid, everything she did would only make Reborn hate her more and more, she hated why An'an could be luckier than her every time, her pitiful appearance was really annoying, could it be that only girls like her and Qinghe had a dark side? Is An'an really always sunny? Could it be that God is really so unfair and gives all the good to An'an? Is An'an hiding too deeply, or is she really different from them, so Regeneration likes her.

She felt a tingling sensation on her face, hot, she turned around and went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, only to find that she had a shallow scar on her face, she leaned down and poured the water on the wound with her hand, the cold water swam in the blood with a tingling sensation, turning into a pleasure, she would not let go of An'an, never. She was the one who embarrassed herself so much.

"Curtain!" Of course Himaki knew who he was, and no one else but him would call her that.

"Why are you here?" Ximu asked coldly.

"Didn't you make an appointment to sing K together? What about the Qinghe people? He looked around, presumably Qinghe should also be there.

"She's gone."

"Gone?" He suddenly saw the wound on her face, saw her cruel expression, and his heart tightened, "What's going on?" Your face? As he spoke, he reached out to touch her face.

She shook off his hand, still with a cold face, "You leave me alone!" ”

"Is it Qinghe? Did she bully you? ”

"Nope."

"I'll go find her."

"Don't go." She grabbed him.

"Then you tell me, otherwise I will help you get justice, I can't let her bully you."

"I don't blame her, it's my fault. Can you take me out of here? Ximu's tone suddenly softened, at least now only Liang Cheng can be by her side, and the only one who cares about her trusting her is the person in front of her, she really doesn't have the courage to push him away.

Liang Cheng took her hand and looked back at her, the wound on her face was like a gap in his heart, faintly painful, her indifferent expression seemed to him to be an indescribable grievance, her eyelashes hung down, like a frightened little wild cat. From the first time he saw her, he knew that she was different from others, she was a child who lacked love, her indifference, her disdain, her sharpness, were all her disguises.

Liang Cheng took Ximu to the skating room. It's like a big bar, the lights are dim, only the neon lights keep flashing, the shaking makes people feel dizzy, the heavy metal music beats on the heart and makes a muffled sound, and the people on the skating rink are spinning and jumping in one direction, free like birds, but the seemingly free soul has been trapped in this huge dark cage.

"Come on, here you can vent!" Liang Cheng pulled up Ximu's hands. Ximu followed him, sliding carefully. "But I won't."

"Give me your hands at ease, I won't let you fall."

Ximu's attention was all on her feet, and the fear of falling suddenly replaced all her previous emotions, and she couldn't think of anything except the fear of falling. She struggled to move step by step, unable to find any feeling at all, and could only press the center on Liang Cheng through the palm of her hand.

"It's okay, take your time, hold me if you feel like you're going to fall." He patiently and slowly pulled her to move.

Suddenly, Ximu stumbled, and Liang Cheng hugged her in his arms. "It's okay, don't be afraid." Her head rested on his chest, the smell of her hair permeating his snorts, and he was a little distracted. “