Rose of Heaven

211-212

A drop of scalding liquid fell on her cheek.

Lin Jingmo felt itchy, and she buried her face in her hair, so the scalding heat began to spread on the side of her neck.

He cried?

This discovery made her heart seem to be soaked in hot water. She felt depressed and didn't understand why he was crying, but she had something to say. She patted his back gently, and for a moment she wanted to cry, as if many people she knew could never meet again. In front of the deepest thoughts, there were only piles of bones. Looking back was full of regrets, so she didn't look back. The one in front of her was also hateful. What should she do?

For ten years, she has been moving forward, and Gu Ci'en has nothing left.

His face was blurred, and she was really sorry.

She seemed to have done something very bad to him.

Lin Jingmo was overwhelmed by the bitterness, and for someone unknown, she hugged him tightly and murmured, "I'm sorry..."

Cheng Yaosi looked up at her.

Her eyelids were red, aggrieved, immature, and fragile, like a child.

He could be ruthless and cold to her when she was sober, but he had no idea where to start with her love and hatred when she was drunk and unconscious.

Yes, he was surprised and annoyed to find in the club that he still loved her.

In his peripheral vision, he never missed the look she gave him. He smoked one cigarette after another, and mocked her in his heart, saying that she didn't want anything I gave her. She spent so much effort to follow Zhou Yanzheng just to be teased and drink with him here.

But this vicious thought turned into an arrow shot at him, flashing with a deadly poison that could kill people with a single blow, coldly reminding him that even so, she had to choose Zhou Yanzheng.

The moment she was grabbed, he finally couldn't sit down safely.

In the car, it was the same. The cigarette between his fingertips burned down, and there was a long trail of ash that didn't fall off. He felt the burning heat getting closer and closer like a self-torture, like holding a torch against the wind, it would be best if everything burned to ashes.

Perhaps his expression was really not good, Liu Shaokang took the initiative: "Mr. Cheng, why don't you call Mr. Xiao Tang?"

He wanted to say no.

Turning his head to look out the window, countless lights dazzled him, he was irritable and uneasy, he didn't want to forgive her, why should he forgive her.

But something was stuck in his throat, just two words, he seemed to be mute, unable to say it.

He thought of the regrets, the misses, and his love that was taken away by death.

Liu Shaokang was talking to Tianyu on the phone, he listened indifferently, his temples were torn by the fine electromagnetic waves in the air.

And now.

Cheng Yaosi gently wiped away her tears, his voice became low because of crying: "It's okay, be nicer to me in the future."

Lin Jingmo responded to him hummingly: "Okay."

He hugged her again, close to the warmth of her body.

Pulling away the huge shock of confirming who she was, the past entanglement seemed like a joke, Gu Ci'en, Lin Jingmo, it turned out that they were the same.