School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 858 We don't know each other
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she really wouldn't have believed that the man standing in front of her was someone she knew.

Painful, she purposely raised her voice for the sake of revenge in her heart, and said with a bitter expression, "Nangonghan, listen, I didn't believe you before, I don't believe you now, and I won't believe you in the future!"

Her cold words, like a sharpened knife, pierced hard into his heart.

He obviously had a strong premonition that if he went on, it would be a dead end. He was still foolish, moving forward until his head was broken and bleeding, and he still refused to believe that this was a dead end.

Unwilling to let go, his big hand tightly grasped her arm.

The hoarse voice pleaded, "July, you trust me, trust me once, okay? Look at these materials, trust me!"

Mu Na, despite his begging, her hands remained in the clenched fist position.

"Nangonghan!"

Tearing, Zuo Qiyue yelled like crazy, tearing away the documents in his hand.

He raised his head high and looked at him mockingly, "Can these prove your innocence? Will a dying person wrong you?"

"July!"

Her eyes were so cold and unfamiliar, it made him feel shivering all over his body, and he couldn't help but hugged her tightly.

The tall body was trembling slightly, as if falling into the cold and boundless deep sea, and the cold breath of despair spread tightly around him.

"I really didn't do anything to hurt my aunt, trust me, okay?"

"What will it take for you to believe me..."

"..."

He was drooping in pain, he had never been in such despair and pain, it was like walking into a gray mist, the whole world was devoid of people, lifeless, and he was the only one left.

"You let me go!"

His fragility made Qiyue feel so hypocritical, as if he saw the scene in the past, in order to win his mother's sympathy, he acted sad in front of his mother or something.

"Nangonghan!"

Unable to push him away, Qiyue became frantic, raised the documents in her hand, and threw them to the sky.

The papers spread out in the air, like blooming fireworks, rushing to their respective directions, fluttering with the wind, and then slowly falling to the ground.

Nangong Han stood there in astonishment, the paper lightly brushed against his shoulder, and fell lightly to the ground.

The messy papers lying on the ground seemed to be mocking his stupidity, his stubbornness and seriousness.

For these evidences, he didn't close his eyes for two days and two nights, just to prove his innocence earlier and reconcile with her.

"Nangonghan, stop making unnecessary struggles. Even if I die, I won't believe what you say, not a single word."

"From then on, we don't know each other, and we don't interfere with each other!"

She pointed at the door and swore heavily. The red circles around her eyes proved how powerful the anger in her heart was.

"seven……."

Even if the head is bleeding, even if it is cut into pieces, he still wants to get close to her, even if there is only one breath left, a weak breath, he still wants to get closer to her.

"Go!" she yelled at him.

Nangong Han's footsteps froze, and before he got close to her, he pointed the thorns all over his body at him, and those thorns had already bruised his painful body.

I no longer have the strength and courage to approach her, even a little bit, I can't do it.

He hesitated and turned in one direction, resisting the pain of a splitting headache, and walked feebly towards the door.

Bitter, her hand fell down feebly, staring at his back in grief.

The lonely back, full of loneliness, hunched over, clutched his heart, and moved towards the door bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)