His heart, as hot as if it had just been poured with oil, quickly burned with a raging rage.

In an effort to suppress the undulating flames, he closed his eyes and took two deep breaths in quick succession.

Only then did he open his eyes and stare at her, and said word by word:

"Dou Xiaoxiao, you heard me clearly. Whether I have a favorite or not, it has nothing to do with you. As for me and you, it's hard to recover, and it's impossible. You have to understand that time only moves forward and never turns back. ”

In other words, it is absolutely impossible for him and her to do so.

The good times they used to have have have been buried deep in the long river of history and will never return.

What is the difference between such ruthless words and the extremely cold "one knife and two cuts, old age and death do not get along"?

His words seemed to condense into beads of ice as hard as steel, constantly beating Dou Xiaoxiao's bloody heart until her face turned pale.

Unable to control her excitement, she put her hands on the table and suddenly stood up from the chair.

Her movements were too sudden, too violent, so that the moment she stood up, the cup of dry ino placed in front of her was pushed forward by her white jade-like hand, and the elegant cup swooped down, and the mellow dark brown and dense milk foam inside depicted the perfect peach heart, which was blended with it layer by layer, and the brown and milky white peach heart formed surged out from the inclined exit.

Suddenly, the dark coffee mixed with the delicate milky white continued to pour out of the poured cup, to the clean pink bone china plate, and then to the elegant tablecloth as white as snow, and then gradually spread along the fabric, quickly staining her white lace dress against the table.

The snow-white bloomed with a lot of brown stains, like withered petals, and let out bursts of sighs.

At the same time, because of her sudden uprightness, she pushed down the leather chair she was sitting on, the simple and noble chair, lying backwards and falling back, "bang" a muffled sound, is the sound of the sturdy wooden back of the chair, directly hitting the ground.

Thankfully, the hard marble floor was covered with a thick plush carpet, otherwise the sound of the impact would have been a loud noise imaginable.

For these, Dou Xiaoxiao only looked down at him in front of her, looked at him with sad eyes, gritted her teeth, and begged sadly:

"Danchen, you lied to me, right? You lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me! ”

She screamed desperately, and the tears on her face never stopped.

Mu Danchen, who was leaning on the back of the chair, also stood up slowly, and her words did not make him feel cold.

"I didn't lie to you, Dou Xiaoxiao, I don't love you anymore."

He watched her babbling like water, tears pouring out, and he continued without pity:

"In the future, you take your sunny road, and I will take my single-plank bridge."

Irrelevant

Isn't it irrelevant!?

How could he be so ruthless!!

"Mu Danchen! You can do this to me! ”

Her cry was sharp and piercing. The soothing music has long been covered by her high decibels.

"Remember, we are already strangers, and from now on, there will be no me in your world, and your arrival will not be welcome in my world."

Ruthless, only people who have no nostalgia can say it.

Pulling out his chair, he stepped out of his position, coldly dropping a few words like ice slag, then turned and strode away.

Watching the door shut, her mind replaying the last words he had said countless times:

"No goodbye, no goodbye."

The words kept hovering in her mind, lingering for a long time.

As time passed, she suddenly swept everything on the table to the ground with all her might, and let out a scream of rage:

"Ah!!h

"Bang dang", "let's click", "bang"

Pink bone china cups, bone china plates of the same color, small porcelain filaments, tissue boxes, clutch bags, and the delicate champagne roses all lay on the soft carpet.

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