Su Mingyuan looked at Qiao Yue, who was standing in front of him, not even looking at him, and said word by word: "Go wash it again, I'm dirty!" ”

Thinking that Qiao Yue had just gotten off the black car, Su Mingyuan tried his best to hide the anger in his heart.

Qiao Yue raised his head suddenly, his bloodless lips trembled slightly, he said, he was dirty, he was dirty.

Qiao Yue looked at the man in front of her who she loved but couldn't speak, the man who carried all the youth and sweetness of her youth but made her suffer, tears gradually blurred her eyes, and Su Mingyuan's appearance became trance.

Qiao Yue closed her eyes abruptly and turned her head away, unwilling to be seen by him the tears in her eyes and the love hidden in her heart that was humble to the dust.

Since that incident, Qiao Yue has known that she no longer has the qualifications to love Su Mingyuan, so she can only hide this love in her heart, and in the dead of night, she relies on that sweet memory to deceive herself and lick her scarred heart.

Qiao Yue walked to the bathroom indifferently, since he thought she was dirty, then she would wash it again.

A sad self-deprecation appeared at the corners of Qiao Yue's mouth, and the injury in her eyes made people feel distressed.

She remembered the scene in the dream just now, and couldn't help laughing at herself in her heart, sure enough, a dream is a dream, and reality is reality, but she hasn't recognized the reality yet, or she doesn't want to recognize it.

Qiao Yue went into the bathroom and took another shower, but this time she didn't wash her hair, she pulled her long hair behind her head casually, smeared it with shower gel, and her mind was full of Su Mingyuan's words, "I'm dirty." ”

She washed it carefully, then rinsed off the shower gel on her body, wiped off the water, and walked out of the bathroom in her pajamas.

When Qiao Yue came out of the bathroom, Su Mingyuan was standing in front of the window with his back to her, staring out the window all the time, he hung his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, Qiao Yue looked at Su Mingyuan's back, I don't know if it was an illusion, she suddenly had an idea, Su Mingyuan, like her, is a lonely person who needs warmth.

As soon as this idea came out, Qiao Yue's heart jumped violently, and she suddenly felt a little distressed, feeling sorry for herself, and she also felt sorry for Su Mingyuan. She really wanted to go up and hug him, although her heart was still dripping blood from his cold words just now, she still wanted to hug him, as if this way her distress and sadness could be reduced.

Thinking like this, Qiao Yue's footsteps were uncontrollably walked towards Su Mingyuan.

Su Mingyuan had been standing in front of the window, thinking back to the flash of water in those beautiful eyes just before Qiao Yue turned around and went into the bathroom, his heart was so distressed that he suffocated, he hurt her again, hurt her again......

Su Mingyuan couldn't help but clench his hands, looking at the dark night outside the window, it was like standing on the edge of a bottomless cliff, he had forced himself into a desperate situation, a desperate situation where he couldn't love her, even if she was the love of his heart, the love that he couldn't forget all these years.

Su Mingyuan thought that he had worked hard for eight years, and in eight years, he forced himself not to think about her, not to hear everything about her, just when he thought he had forgotten, she appeared in front of his eyes again without warning, and he found that she was the love of his life, and the pain of his life, and he could never forget it.

Well, since fate is like this, then accept fate, then torture each other.

Just like the words he just said through gritted teeth, he would never let go again, even if he hurt each other, even if he was broken.

Su Mingyuan closed his eyes in pain, covering up the darkness and pain in his eyes, as well as his heart-wrenching love for her.