fanchengchengAn Nanyin! Tell me, do you still hate her? Otherwise, how could she appear here!!!
Fan Chengcheng's eyes turned scarlet, stood up, grabbed An Nanyin's collar, and began to ask. She was still calm, shook her head with a smile, and replied:
annanyinI went to the police station to visit her a few days ago. I don't deny it, but I didn't reveal the news to her, but now that I think about it, I really feel regretful.
An Nanyin's words, which were not painful or itchy, instantly made Fan Chengcheng even more angry. The blue veins on the back of his hand protruded, and he gritted his teeth and looked at the indifferent An Nanyin.
He really wanted to punch him up...
fanchengchengAn Nanyin!!! You are despicable!!
He raised his fist angrily and stopped in the air, but he didn't start. He watched An Nanyin close his eyes calmly, as if he was ready to accept his punch.
He raised his fist a little again, and when he saw that he was about to hit An Nanyin's face, he was quickly stopped by Cai Xukun, who was on the side, pulled An Nanyin behind him, pushed away Fan Chengcheng, who was emotionally unstable, and aimed at him. Just roared:
caixukunFan Chengcheng, how old are you, can you calm down?! Yi Mo is gone, do you understand?!
She is gone!!!
Fan Chengcheng suddenly lowered his head, and his eyes full of tears suddenly looked at the ground. Her eyes were full of her confused figure, that girl was gone!
Fan Chengcheng...
What's the point of what you're doing!
Fan Chengcheng slowly squatted down, his warm fingertips brushed Wei Yimo's face, and gently stroked her eyes, nose, and mouth that she would never open again, as if the girl's smile at that time was still deep in her mind.
An Nanyin continued:
annanyinYi Mo also said that she hopes that you can forget everything you have ever had. She has asked the police to send you a book in the past three years, right? I don't know if you have found a letter inside.
A book? And a... letter?
He didn't know that Wei Yimo had asked the police to send him these things. Because of interpersonal and identity relationships, there were simply too many things stuffed into his arms. He often put every pile of this harvest in the corner of the storage room at home, and it was never opened.
How come...
He shook his head, but An Nanyin smiled as if he had expected, what love? What hate? How can there be these empty feelings? People always take it so seriously and think of these feelings so simply.
Love is love, hate is hate.
Still free and easy? What bull* summary?
It was nothing more than often losing or gaining, which was the most touching moment in my heart. For example, Fan Chengcheng liked Wei Yimo, but he was always silent. In the end, he stabbed her fiercely, thinking it was protection. It wasn't until he lost it that he realized... The feeling of heartbreaking... It's more uncomfortable than loving someone and hating someone...
In a quiet space, what do you think love is? Dependence? What do you think hate is? Complain? Then what is Wei Yimo's feelings for Fan Chengcheng?
She didn't vent, she was reviewing herself, and kept waiting for the opportunity to say sorry to Fan Chengcheng. She changed everything to "please forgive me".
Later, everyone said that she became pitiful, but in fact she died happily in the arms of the person she loved the most.
The King of Hell will not pull Wei Yimo to hell.
Because in heaven, she still has to wait for him.
"Fan Chengcheng... I like you..."
"Hmm? This sentence... I haven't seen it for many years..."
Wei Yimo Chapter/End
