A Day of Love: The President's Prey

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He paused, then suddenly raised his voice, and the command that came out came with an overbearing and irrefutable momentum, "Then destroy them with your own hands!"

Haiyue raised her head abruptly, and looked at Sikong Jingqiu with a dark and stern expression in astonishment, her throat felt as if it had been scalded with a soldering iron, and she was unable to speak.

Sikong Jingqiu raised his eyebrows, opened the photo album, took out the photo of the seaside that Haiyue had seen just now, pinched it in his hand, fiddled with it a few times with a cold expression, handed the photo to Haiyue, and said, "From here Let's start." [

Haiyue trembled uncontrollably, holding the scissors, and froze there, without moving for a long time.

"What? Can't bear it?" Sikong Jingqiu stared at Haiyue's face, and there was an unmistakable flame hidden in his dark eyes.

Haiyue's face was as white as snow, she slowly stretched out her hand, and took the photo in Sikong Jingqiu's hand, her mind went blank, she raised her hand mechanically, and the scissors slowly fell down.

click-

As the piercing sound echoed in the quiet room, the photo was split in two, and half of Yun Yan's smile was cut off.

Haiyue looked at it, as if someone was stabbing her chest with a blunt instrument, causing heart-piercing pain.

The scissors cut out more than just a photo...

It's about all the memories with Yunyan...and her heart.

Sikong Jingqiu looked coldly at her expression of being overwhelmed with pain, opened the album expressionlessly, took out the photos one by one, and handed them to Haiyue.

Haiyue took the photos representing the past and memories with empty eyes, and cut them into pieces one by one...

My heart was hurting violently, and there was a voice in my head that kept shouting "No! That's the only thing left between her and Yunyan, and it can't be cut off", but the hand seemed to be locked and couldn't stop. It's like a curse, but it can't stop.

clack clack-

The cold metal sound rang continuously in the room, and the notes on the desktop quickly piled up into a hill...

Finally, there were no more photos in the album, and Haiyue, like a doll whose soul was taken out in an instant, shook slightly.

Can't fall down!

Putting down the scissors, Haiyue stretched out her hand, tightly grasped the edge of the desk, and stabilized her body, her voice was hoarse and broken as if she had been run over: "I really... just want to return the things to Yunyan..."