These past events that should not have been remembered poured into her mind at this moment, gathering into a strong hatred.

Since you can choose Wen Ruxu between her and Wen Ruxu every time, what kind of love do you pretend to have with her now?

The man's thin lips pursed into a straight line, but there were only three words in a low voice, "I'm sorry." ”

Other than that, he didn't know what to say.

Her hands were still tightly clamped around her, no matter how much she pushed her, Xia Qinghuan's face was dyed crimson because of the fierce struggle at the moment, "You let me go!" I told you not to touch me, did you hear it! ”

"Huan'er, I know, I know. Don't get excited, calm down first. ”

"How can I calm down if you don't let go!"

The sharp voice pierced the man's eardrums, even if she was held by him when she pretended to have amnesia, she was not so unbearable. But now she doesn't have to endure it anymore, she shows such a strong disgust and resistance, her heart seems to be pricked again and again by dense silver needles, and the stinging sensation hits, but she can only endure such pain helplessly.

Because I can't let go of my hands.

Xia Qinghuan's fist slammed into the man's shoulder, and he didn't stop until he was tired after a long time.

But being held by him made her almost suffocated, closed her eyes, and said tiredly: "Can you let go of me?" ”

Ren was reluctant to let go of his hand when he beat and scolded, but because of her hoarse words that were almost pleading, he had to let go.

In the end, it is never the physical pain that hurts, but the subconscious emotional outpouring.

Like, soft knives.

Xia Qinghuan took a few deep breaths, there was lingering anxiety between her suppressed eyebrows, and her soft voice spoke weakly, "I'm already like this, and the child is no longer there, why can't you just let me go?" ”

"I'm sorry Huan'er, I love you."

Love is not just talking, maybe some people's way is to watch her happiness from afar, but he has never been a good person.

His love will only be an attachment that binds forever and must be together even if he is resented.

She can't be let go.

"Love me?"

She opened her eyes slightly, looked at him in confusion, and then as if she heard a joke, "Love me...... Heh, hehehe...... Because you love me, you never have to think about me, don't you? Because you love me, you can die for other women, right? ”

Quan Moxu's eyebrows twisted into a knot, and he couldn't refute her words.

What lies between them is never a misunderstanding and entanglement, but a choice between grace and love.

Each time, he thought she would be waiting for him to come back, so he walked forward steadfastly. But when he turned back, he found that she was no longer there.

Waited too long, so didn't wait.

"Huan'er."

The man called to her in a dumb voice, but she didn't seem to hear it, and continued to herself: "Because I love me, I have to bear everything that your savior brings, obviously I hate her, but I can only endure her dangling in front of my eyes forever, right?" ”

Xia Qinghuan finally focused her empty gaze on his face, "If you want to repay the favor, go and repay the favor, you owe her yes and I don't owe her, why should I endure everything you brought me aggrieved?" ”

Oh, I remember—because she loved him then, and was willing to endure such grievances for him.