Jiang Jiu's face became as pale as white paper in an instant.

Her eyes contracted violently for a moment, becoming as small as a needle, and then, from her gaze, burst out with intense anger.

Her breathing also became rapid, her thin chest rose and fell, and she looked at the man in front of her with hatred in her eyes.

Her eyes turned red, tears gradually appeared in her eyes, and her pale lips twitched, but she couldn't say anything to refute it.

This expression, as if he had been struck hard, made Wen Xili's expression even more gloomy.

He knew that the gloomy emotion hovering in his heart at the moment was called jealousy.

Even if the man had died eight years ago, he didn't want to see the look on her face that was tingled by the man.

Jiang Jiu lowered her eyelashes, raised her hand and silently grabbed the man's hand at her jaw, and broke it away without saying a word. The tears condensed in her eyes dripped down, and she wept silently, just silently resisting him, repelling him, and rejecting him.

Wen Xili's eyes became darker and darker, he reached out and pinched the back of her neck, like pinching a cat, pressed her against the door panel, lowered his head to approach her resisting face, and said coldly: "Jiang Jiu, you open my eyes to see clearly, who am I!" ”

"Don't let me live in the imagination of the past all day long, and live a dead man for the rest of my life, isn't it fun?!"

"Hiding here to escape reality, look at you like this, it's ridiculous!"

"If you really love so much, die with him, I want to see if you are really willing to die for a man who has been dead for eight years!"

……

As if he was deliberately trying to poke her heart to pieces, every word he said was like a blade, and every word was a knife in her heart.

Jiang Jiu looked at him and couldn't say a word, only tears kept rolling down his eyes, and his hands were against his chest, trembling non-stop.

Like a bow on the verge of breaking, it silently let out a cry of despair.

I don't know how long it took for her to finally have the strength to speak.

His voice was soft, as if begging, and he asked in a low voice, "Wen Xili, I don't have anything left." You have so much, why, can't you leave me a little dignity? ”

“…… Even if I'm sorry for everyone in the world, I'm not sorry for you! What qualifications do you have to say me, what qualifications do you have! ”

At the end, the voice gradually sharpened.

Wen Xili looked at her anger with an indifferent expression.

It was as if her pain at the moment was completely meaningless to him.

"Ginger," he said, raising his hand to stroke her tear-wet, cold cheeks, and whispered, "I have very few things, so little that only you are left." Do you believe it? ”

"Why do you think you're not sorry for me? This year, apart from now, have you looked at me seriously? You look at me, call my name, and think of who you know. ”

He bowed his head, grinding against her cold lips.

The tip of the tongue tasted tears.

"If you only admit the wrong person, do you think you can clear up both? Have you ever wondered, what should I do? ”

"You can't be so selfish."

Ginger wine stepped back, and blood was bitten out of his lip.

She lifted her eyelashes, hazy with tears, and looked at the face of the man who was close at hand.

His vision was dark, like a dense net, capturing her under his eyes.

Such a cold and possessive look is something that that person would not have.

They're not the same person, it's like the same face, the same name.

So distinct.