Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Thinking of Mencius period, Jiang Shiyu's eyes are a little sour. She thinks that after so many things, her heart is as hard as an iron wall, but she still has the weakest link. That man, because she died, even if she paid all, also want to get a justice for him.

Jiang Shiyu lowered his eyes and covered up his complicated emotions. When he raised his head again, it was calm.

She said leisurely: "Mr. Qi, it seems that this is a sad story. Since it makes you feel so bad, forget it. There is no grass in the world, is there? "

Qi Aozhi shook his head and his eyes were misty. He seemed to be talking to Jiang Shiyu and to himself: "forget her, unless I die, maybe."

His words were very light, but Jiang Shiyu really heard them clearly. There was a tremor between her eyes and eyebrows, but it disappeared very quickly, and her face was already the original expression.

As like as two peas, she pointed the cup on the wall of the crystal cup, then slowly said, "Qi, I remember you told me that I had a face with exactly the same face as Lin Yi Wan. I want to see it. "

Qi Aozhi was stunned. Looking into Jiang Shiyu's eyes, his voice was deep and mellow: "do you really want to see it? There is a place where everything has her own mark. I used to sit there for a long time. Only there will I feel closer to her. "

"Oh, really?" Jiang Shiyu's eyes flashed. She knew where he was talking about and the apartment.

They spent the most time in love there. However, her most embarrassing and humiliating days were also spent there.

She won't forget that night, she gave him perfect body. As soon as he turned around, he told her that he was going to marry someone else.

Those unforgettable memories kept rolling in her heart, and with these memories came more painful and cruel fragments.

She put her hand on her forehead to hide the waves in her heart. How many things in the world, all pay smile, but, how many things, has become the heart that can never heal the wound, afraid of poor this life, can not turn back from that nightmare.

She put her hand down from her forehead and touched the lace on the table with her long white knuckles. Then she raised her head and said to Qi Aozhi, "where is that place? May I have a look? "

Qi ao's clear eyes, there are two clusters of flames beating. He nodded and said, "certainly."

She didn't speak any more. She just lowered her head, picked up the fork in her hand, and gracefully put a piece of steak in her mouth.

Qi Aozhi looked at the way she lowered her head, looked at her long and dense eyelashes that quivered slightly. Occasionally, she would touch her forehead with her hand. That was her little habit many years ago. The familiar feeling came back to her heart and overlapped with the quiet and gentle woman in her memory. She said that she was not Yiwan, but she was.

However, she was determined not to admit it, and Qi Aozhi had no choice. However, to be able to feel her so close again, everything else is no longer important. He will slowly try to walk into her heart. As long as she is happy and happy, he is satisfied. Even if you can only look at her from afar and protect her forever, what does it matter?