Dear Mr. Shi

Tears never fell stubbornly. Song Qinghuan suddenly curled her mouth and squeezed out a bright smile, "I'm sorry...it seems...I was too much...I thought we were friends, I'm sorry."

She found herself in pain and was about to suffocate.

I thought that today would be my happiest day after my brother disappeared, thinking that maybe I might forget all my worries for a while.

But things backfired, Shi Yuhan made a sharp knife in her heart.

Turning around, she didn't say anything, and stepped away from this shameful scene.

As she stepped on the stairs, she heard the door slamming shut behind her.

Turning back again, she saw that the living room was empty, leaving only the broken cake, lonely and fox, just like her now.

Tears couldn't hold back anymore, and the ground came down.

The cruel treatment caught her by surprise.

The sprouting of this relationship, she has been cautiously hiding, finally mustering all the courage, she did not expect to be stepped on.

Song Qinghuan, why are you so stupid!

She quickly ran back to the bedroom and lay on the bed and started crying. She didn't know how long she had been crying. Anyway, the pillow was wet.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The sound of knocking on the door suddenly rang.

Song Qinghuan sobbed, his eyes swollen like walnuts, subconsciously looked at the door of the room, but didn't mean to get up to open the door.

Apart from her in this villa, only Aunt He and Shi Yuhan can enter and leave at will.

She can be sure that the person outside is not Aunt He, so it must be time to keep out the cold. What does he mean, does he feel that the humiliation is not enough? Want to warn her severely again?

"Boom boom boom!" The sound of knocking on the door continued, obviously with emotion.

Song Qinghuan sat up from the bed, clutching the clothes tightly with her right hand, biting her lip.

But there is still no plan to open the door, because now she doesn't want to face the cold at all.

Suddenly, there was a panting sound from the door of the room, and Song Qinghuan was shocked. Before he could slow down, the door of the room was kicked open from the outside.

Song Qinghuan was in shock, watching Shi Yuhan who was full of cold air, his eyes widened in panic: "..."

She moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say, and Shi Yuhan didn't give her a chance to speak out.

Without a word, he strode to the side of the bed, and dragged her hand up from the bed, and walked outside.

Song Qinghuan was taken aback, struggling desperately to move back.

While she tried to stabilize her body that was being dragged forward by him, she shouted: "What are you doing, where do I want to take me? Stop, you let me go."

Shi Yuhan didn't take it seriously, he still pulled her forward with a gloomy face and left the bedroom and the villa.

When the door of the villa closed, Song Qinghuan had a sign of the arrival of a storm.

She grabbed the railing severely with her hand, and desperately shook her hand held by Shi Yuhan: "You let me go, where do you want to take me... I don't want to go, I don't want to go with you, you let me go ..."

Shi Yuhan looked back at her, his eyes cold and merciless: "Let go!"

Song Qinghuan struggled desperately, his legs still kicking vigorously: "You let go, you let me go quickly, if it is because I celebrated your birthday, I apologize to you, I have no other meaning, I am just purely for a friend Have a birthday."