"I wish my Henan peace and security."
- No.
At the dining table in the living room, Yan Haoxiang pulled up a chair for Song Jinan. Song Jinan softly thanked him, and then sat down slowly.
Yan Haoxiang sat opposite her. Song Jinan glanced at the dishes on the table, which were almost all light and not so greasy. She bit her chopsticks and understood.
It was nothing more than that she had just been injured and couldn't eat anything too exciting.
However, she really had no appetite. After a few hasty bites, she lost her attention at the dinner table. After her eyes glanced at the wall clock countless times, Yan Haoxiang was impatient.
yanhaoxiang"Are you full?"
yanhaoxiang"Still want to sleep?"
Hearing this, Song Jin'an looked at Yan Haoxiang's face, shook his head slowly, and then lowered his head to slowly pick up the rice in the bowl, with no expression on his face.
Next, Yan Haoxiang didn't say anything to her. Both of them tacitly didn't mention that she cut her wrists and committed suicide at all, as if they had turned the page on it.
But Song Jin'an knew in his heart that this kind of thing would not end.
After a long time, Song Jinan didn't see the rice in the bowl at all, and Yan Haoxiang stood up and walked to her side.
yanhaoxiang"Want to go out for a walk?"
Song Jinan lowered her head and hesitation and struggle flashed across her face, but after just a moment, she raised her head expressionlessly and looked at Yan Haoxiang, with a brilliant smile.
She said "yes," not "yes."
Song Jin'an still walked slowly behind Yan Haoxiang. After walking to the swing in the garden, Yan Haoxiang stopped, and Song Jin'an also stopped.
Yan Haoxiang said in a small voice,
yanhaoxiang"Does it hurt when you cut your wrist?"
Song Jin'an's heart jumped, and then a mocking smile arose on the corner of his mouth. It turned out that he had never asked before, and was waiting for her here.
songjinan"Of course it hurts."
songjinan"But compared to the pain in my heart, it's still too shallow."
After Song Jin'an finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at the flowers beside him. Flowers will bloom and fall.
No matter how beautiful it was before, it was still just a few dry leaves and branches, not beautiful at all.
Just like her love for him.
No matter how deep love is worn away by humiliation and hurt, it will become very weak until it disappears.
Yes, she doesn't love him anymore.
yanhaoxiang"Why can't we start over?"
Song Jin'an smiled when she heard the words, her eyes were desolate and mocking, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, repeating Yan Haoxiang's words over and over again.
songjinan"Why do you think we can start over?"
Song Jin'an once again felt that the man in front of him made him feel unfamiliar, as if he had never known him or understood him.
It's ironic that the person next to your pillow killed your family.
songjinan"I hate you so much, but I'm afraid of you."
songjinan"It's impossible for me to change my feelings for you."
songjinan"We can't go back, Yan Haoxiang."
Yan Haoxiang, we can't go back.
Song Jin'an put this reality naked in front of him, very cruel, but he had to accept it, didn't he?
For the first time, he showed an almost embarrassed appearance in front of Song Jinan. He wanted to beg her, even if it was a hundred or a thousand times, as long as Song Jinan was willing to forgive him.
Tears were almost oozing out of his eyes, and the sound of Song Jinan's footsteps getting farther and farther fluttered in his ears until he couldn't hear it anymore.
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