Ginger walked over, smiled at him, sat down next to him, and ordered a cocktail.

Ling Zihan said in a low voice: "I actually still love her." ”

Ginger took a sip of wine and responded, "Hmm." ”

"It's ugly, isn't it?" Ling Zihan smiled bitterly, those light brown eyes seemed to have a whirlpool of pain, "I obviously still like her, but I still chose to divorce her, and gave up on her when she needed support the most." ”

Jiang Jiu was silent for a while before he said, "She doesn't remember you anymore, even if you are with her, you will only be reluctant after all." ”

Ling Zihan asked: "She doesn't remember me, is it forgivable for me to give up on her?" ”

The ginger wine raised his hand and took a sip of wine, the cocktail was very alcoholic, but when it was tasted in the mouth, it didn't taste much.

She drank half a glass in one gulp before saying, "Maybe......"

There was no way she could go on.

Ling Zihan is like a mirror of her, reflecting her embarrassed self in the emotional world.

She doesn't remember me, is it forgivable for me to give up on her?

I still like her, but I still choose to divorce her.

……

Jiang Jiu clenched his hands, lowered his head, and pursed his lips.

Say no more.

Isn't she even more embarrassed and ugly when she still can't let go?

Coveted a man who didn't belong to him, attached to the warmth he once gave, and was afraid that he would be the only one left in the end.

She was silent and drank a glass of wine.

seemed to notice that she was in a bad mood, Ling Zihan didn't say anything more, just quietly ordered her a few glasses of wine she loved to drink.

After drinking it, the ginger wine was already a little drunk.

She was lying on the bar, frowning a little tiredly, and her little face was gorgeous and beautiful in the dim bar light, like a drunken rose.

Ling Zihan put down the wine glass in her hand, if the ginger wine was sober, she would realize that Ling Zihan hadn't taken a few sips of that glass of wine from beginning to end. It's still full.

Ling Zihan turned her head and looked at the ginger wine with her face leaning on her arm and frowning slender willow eyebrows, her hair was lazily draped down, and a few of them fell on her wine-stained lips, decadent and attractive.

It's so beautiful, he thought to himself, his fingers raised, and he stroked her delicate cheeks a little uncontrollably, feeling the soft touch of the fingertips, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, and then brushed the broken hair from her cheeks.

"Mr. Jiang," he leaned over, looked at Jiang Jiu's gorgeous eyebrows, and said gently, "I'll send you home." ”

Jiang Jiu's eyebrows wrinkled painfully, the alcohol amplified people's emotions, and the hidden pain in her heart was displayed in her expression at this moment.

"Zihan ......" She felt a lightness on her body, she was picked up, she opened her eyes, saw Ling Zihan's face, she was a little uncomfortable, and struggled slightly, "You let me down, I'll go by myself......"

"......" Ling Zihan didn't react, his strong arms hugged her strongly, got up from the bar, and led her out of the bar.

The ginger wine was gently placed on the co-pilot.

She was a little confused, her upper body leaned weakly against the car door, and was pulled back by Ling Zihan.

The unfamiliar breath on the man's body made her uncomfortably open her eyes, Ling Zihan's brown eyes were close at hand, his fingers gently stroked her hair, and said to her gently: "Mr. Jiang." ”

“……”

"If it's really that painful, why don't you let it go?"