I knew Angel didn't want to hear that from my lips.

But, I'm going to say it anyway.

Because I don't have the ability to do both.

I remember reading a quote in a book that people often subconsciously choose to sacrifice the interests of those closest to them in the face of conflict.

Maybe it's because people close to you have a preference and trust for you, so you have more confidence to hurt it.

In my vague memory, my mother once brought a divorced man home; He has a son who is two years younger than me.

We got into an argument over a game of backgammon.

My mother heard the boy's complaint and slapped me first.

He was not as good at chess as me, but he wanted to complain that I was not humble, and in the end he even made me slap my mother.

Between my feelings and the stranger's feelings, my mother chose the latter.

Since then, I've hated having children my age visiting my home.

And at this moment, I became the mother of "arms turned outward", and Mother Angel became the person I wanted to woo.

Angel turned her head and looked at me in disbelief, "Kang Rong, what are you talking about?" ”

"Let's go back......" my voice trembled with weakness.

It's the best option, isn't it?

"Say it again." Angel roared word by word.

"Don't ask," Angel's mother stepped forward to take his hand, "I heard it all, he let you go." ”

Angel shook off her hand and took a step towards me, "Kang Rong, you say it again. ”

I didn't dare look at him, "Go back, Angel, let's not meet......"

At the same time, I shouted in my heart: it's just this time. But I didn't dare say it in front of Angel's mother.

Besides, I know very well that for Angel, the word of time is never important.

He's a very pure person - he says together, every minute.

One less moment, one less minute, one less second, it's incomplete.

It's not like me, as long as we can be together at the end.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Angel's eyes were red.

I was afraid to see him sad.

I'm going to be soft-hearted.

Instinctively, I wanted to get out of the way again.

I said incoherently, "Happy New Year...... Good bye. ”

Then I hurried to the door, rummaging through the keys that I had left in the locker the night before.

I felt dizzy from the fever, my vision was blurry, and my hands were shaky.

Where's the key...... I can't find the key......

Everything around is spinning like crazy.

Just as I panicked, a cold, powerful hand broke through my neck, and my shoulder was pushed hard.

Angel pressed me against the door, her head close to my ear, like a vampire trying to plunge his fangs into my neck.

"What are you doing!" Angel's mother exclaimed, "Come back!" ”

The back of my head slammed against the door panel, and I cried out softly in pain, "Angel......"

"You said it! You said you wouldn't ......" Angel's fist slammed into the door behind my ear.

His cold breath spitted on my neck, causing me to winkle.

I had some tinnitus and still couldn't see clearly.

Angel let out a muffled snort.

A burst of floral scent hit his nose.

Angel and I were covered in new flower petals that were still stained with water droplets.

Angel suddenly straightened up and squatted on the ground with her knees folded.

It's over - he's in mood again.

My throat choked. I want to take him with me.

But where can we go?

"Don't touch my Anqi!" There was sharp anger in Angel's mother's voice, "Get out!" ”

"Auntie, I'll just say a word to Angel...... "I know I have no reason to stay, but I really don't want to leave like this."

"Mom......" Angel called weakly, "Are you going back......"

Actually, I really wanted her to go.

Let's go, please. I was looking forward to it in my heart.

Mother Angel turned around suddenly. Her body disappeared into the open kitchen behind the refrigerator.

After a few seconds, she reappeared in my field of vision......

She held a sharp fruit knife in her hand, aimed at her wrist.

Her voice was irritable and trembling, "Angel, if you don't break off with this bitch's bastard today, I'll die for you!" ”