Can't think of it, thinking about it pains my chest, like a piece has been gouged out.
He hurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket, his trembling hand swiftly flicking the lighter. After taking a deep drag, his complexion finally returned to normal.
"Achen…" Fu Qin sat down, weakly trying to say something to clear her name.
But, Si Chen was upset; he didn't want to hear it at all, "Don't say anymore, go upstairs and rest. The wedding will go on as planned."
Consider it as paying off a debt.
After speaking, he didn't look at her anymore.
He stood up on his own, took a bottle of wine from the wine rack, and leaned by the window, drinking gloomily.
The setting sun shone through the window, elongating his tall figure, casting a shadow.
No one saw that his eyes, staring into the distance, gradually reddened…
Fu Qin looked at that handsome yet lonely figure, and her envy and hatred increased a bit more, as if carved into her bones, surging endlessly, unable to settle.
