After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

"You said loving someone would be like this?"

"will not."

Feng Yin's stiff and cold answer made Zhang Zixuan dumbfounded.

She didn't expect that Feng Yin would answer so firmly and quickly, completely extinguishing the little flame of expectation in her heart.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I won't comfort people. This is not new news. Besides, I just made the appropriate judgment based on your description."

Zhang Zixuan, who was somewhat mature, suddenly let out a cry from her nasal cavity, making a long cry, and went from crying silently to bursting into tears.

Just because of Feng Yin's words.

"Ah——Ah——I knew——they don't love me anymore——"

Zhang Zixuan cried, and Feng Yin handed over the tissues indifferently, one after another, like a machine without emotions.

【no?Can't you comfort her? 】

[The child is very pitiful. I am also the eldest in the family. I understand this feeling very well. 】

[Feng Yin, is your heart made of stone? How can you remain indifferent? 】

The comment section was full of people talking about Feng Yin, urging her to comfort her, and scolding her for being unreasonable.

Li Sanyi coughed slightly, Feng Yin turned around and handed over a piece of paper.

"You want to cry too?"

Li Sanyi quickly shook his head.

Feng Yin turned around and handed the paper in his hand to Zhang Zixuan. At this time, Zhang Zixuan began to sweat and the medicine began to take effect.

Feng Yin shook off the quilt at the foot of the bed, covered Zhang Zixuan with it, and asked calmly: "Are you done crying?"

Zhang Zixuan nodded helplessly and continued to sob.

"I've already said that based on what you said, I made the inference that they don't love you, but this story is from your perspective, isn't it?"

Zhang Zixuan blinked, not understanding. "There are dozens of years between parents and children, and the generation gap between you is very deep. Do you want to listen to your parents' side of the story before you decide whether they love you or not?"

"But - but - they are not willing to come, even if I am sick, they are not willing to come."

Feng Yin pulled the quilt up and covered Zhang Zixuan.

"I don't know the reason, and I don't want to speculate and try to comfort you, so wait and ask yourself."

"You really don't want to tell any lies."

Feng Yin leaned back, stretched out his arms comfortably, and said something very heart-wrenching and factual.

"We met by chance. It's great that I can sit here and listen to you tell stories. Don't expect too much."

"With expectations, there is disappointment. Expectation is a very subtle form of violence, because it requires others to obey our will."

"There are a lot of things that others won't know if you don't tell them."

Zhang Zixuan was thoughtful, and was hit hard by Feng Yin's slightly philosophical words in the live broadcast room.

[I finally know why I can’t fall in love. I always expect him to do something. If he can’t do it, I’ll get sulky and he won’t understand. In the end, we often end up breaking up. 】

[Expectation is a very subtle form of violence. This sentence is really good. 】

[Yeah, don’t always expect others to understand you, it’s too tiring to live like that. 】

With a "touch" sound, the head teacher came back.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit strange, and the head teacher felt in a dilemma.

"What's going on here?"

The head teacher came over with a drink and handed the water to Zhang Zixuan, seeing her red eyes.

"Why are you still crying? This kid... why are you crying? Your parents are already on their way here. Don't think blindly. They are also working and it's hard to leave." (End of Chapter)