The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 153 Follow me, heaven; abandon me, hell (1)

Qu Qingge lowered his eyes, turned away from him, and took a breath of cold wind, which made his throat feel cold.

She picked up the wine glass on the table, which was full of red wine, but when she just held the wine glass, a picture popped up in her mind:
"I do not like"

Yan Jinhan replied in a low voice.

"If you don't like it, I won't do it."

She answered lightly.

That was when they were drinking together. He said he didn't like to see her drinking, and she agreed not to drink because of his dislike. (Please refer to Chapter 100)
But now, he still said to her, doesn't he like it?

Will not!
Qu Qingge squinted her eyes, and gulped down the full glass of wine, but before she had finished the wine, a bitter taste came out of her stomach, and went straight to her throat, choking her to cough A few times.

"Cough-cough-"

The burning pain, the prickly throat was so uncomfortable, the tears in the eye sockets suddenly flowed out like broken pearls, and gradually, her pupils became reddish.

"Hehe, I'm ashamed. I can choke on drinking, which makes me burst into tears." She tried her best to smile, but this smile was so bitter in the eyes of others, she seemed to be singing a one-man show , turned around and complained: "Sister Zimo, your wine choked me, you have to compensate me."

"Qingge—"

Qu Qingge's body was shaking a little, Yan Zimo quickly ran to Qu Qingge's side, supported her arm, and worried: "Qingge, we won't drink if it's not good, let's go, sister will accompany you Go out and get some air, okay?"

Saying that, Yan Zimo walked out of the private room holding Qu Qingge's arm.

The VIP room is on the top floor of the 'Fire Paradise', and above it is the open-air ceiling. Yan Zimo helped Qu Qingge stumble up to the top. I don't know if he drank a little wine or was too sad. People are all in a daze, they only take a few steps and almost fall down.

'Fire Paradise' is very grand and magnificent. Standing on the top floor overlooking T City, it is really dimly lit and full of flowers.

However, Qu Qingge couldn't see or hear, only the wind, whispering sadness in his ears.

night, so long

Tomorrow, seems so far away——

"You made a choice right or wrong
I can only admit that my heart hurts
I suspect that you are willing to hurt me so deeply

I just burst into tears, so why hold back

I have no choice I am no longer whole

It turns out that the last kiss was so cold
You can only acquiesce that I will be separated"

Qu Qingge sat on the ground, quietly, neither crying nor making noise, singing in a low hoarse voice, the singing sound was carried far away by the wind, in this hazy night, it was extraordinarily bleak.

This is Jane Zhang's "If This Is Love". She heard it once or twice before, but she still couldn't learn it. Unexpectedly, she learned it and even understood it this night.

Yan Zimo stood beside her, anxious like an ant on a hot pot, she has a bold temper, if she saw a woman crying for a man in the past, she would have scolded her and woke her up.

But now seeing Qu Qingge so silent, without even a single tear, was more worrying than crying, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

"Qing Ge, if you feel uncomfortable, just cry, it will be much better—" Yan Zimo squatted beside Qu Qingge, patted her shoulder, and said these words suddenly.

Qu Qingge just turned to look at her, and said blankly: "Can you talk to me?"

"what?--"

"his story--"

(End of this chapter)