Chapter 291: Wayward Shenhao VS Street Writer (28)

"Who?" With a confused sound, the door was completely opened.

And the people in the room also stood completely in front of him, and at this moment, Shang Shanquan's blood flowed backwards, and his body was cold.

How could it be...... How could it be her?

Tao Yanqi was also stunned when she saw Shang Shanquan, how could her stupid brother come here?

"You ......"

"You ......"

The two of them spoke at the same time, but they paused at the same time.

Shang Shanquan took a step back, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze there, and his eyes were desolate.

"Is there anyone else in your room?" Shang Shanquan didn't know what kind of mentality he used to ask this sentence, he only knew that his throat was very dry, and his breathing was a little heavier.

Tao Yan shook her head subconsciously, but still didn't react to what was going on.

Shang Shanquan took two steps back again and again, the green tendons on his hands flared up, and the expression on his face was sad and desperate, which made Tao Yanqi's heart sink when he saw it.

"Your phone." Shang Shanquan spread out his palms, and his tone was unclear what kind of emotion it was.

Tao Yanqi frowned, how could the mobile phone she sent to the store for repair be here in Shangshanquan? What went wrong?

"I ......" Momo Yanqi tried to explain something, but found that he couldn't say anything.

How could she explain it? The damage in the past has been done, and although she is trying her best to make up for it, what is the matter with this kind of covert compensation? Isn't it a deception to put on an innocent vest to curry favor with him?

Shang Shanquan lowered his eyes, paused for a few seconds, bent down and put the phone on the ground, he didn't immediately straighten up, but whispered.

"Please, let me go."

With a "snap" sound, Shang Shanquan straightened up and turned to leave.

Tao Yanqi looked at Shang Shanquan's back, and took a step forward with his right foot, but he didn't take his left foot for a long time.

Obviously there are only a few steps away, and this moment seems to be far, far away.

The aura of loneliness and despair emanating from him affected Momoyan, making her stand stunned, not knowing what to do.

With a "snap", the door closed, and his world closed.

She walked over and picked up her phone, only to find a teardrop on the screen.

It was a tear that belonged to Shang Shanquan, and it was the only time he cried in front of her.

The words that bordered on supplication shattered all his self-esteem.

His outburst, so silent and depressed, like his words, was heavy and oppressive, but it was unforgettable.

The outbursts of introverts have always been so silent, in peace, silently bearing pain that no one knows.

If she could, Tao Yanqi hoped that Shang Shanquan would be able to question her with confidence, a hysterical roar, and a desperate cry.

When these emotions are vented, they will be reborn.

However, there is no if.

No questioning, no ranting, no crying.

The tears that fell with the words of supplication were his only protests, so plain and yet so heartbreaking.

Tao Yanqi clenched her mobile phone tightly, and she collapsed helplessly on the ground.

What should she do? What could she do?

Momo Yanqi lowered her head, her long messy hair covering her face and all her emotions.

Outbreak, so calm.

Acceptance, so powerless.

(End of chapter)