I go north, you go south

Nan Zishu, who was resting in the room, had a dream.

She dreamed that she was wearing a white wedding dress, and walked into the bright and holy auditorium, and saw Ling Bei wearing a black tuxedo, standing on the stage, looking back at herself.

Then he smiled and slowly stretched out a hand to her, inviting her to come to him.

Nan Zishu didn't even think about it, he just lifted the hem of his skirt and ran towards him.

The moment he was about to touch Ling Bei's finger, Nan Zishu suddenly turned his head and saw Liu Ying sitting on the bench in the first row, and shook his head at her: "Shu Shu, you can't marry him.

"He may not love you."

"No." Nan Zishu subconsciously and eagerly denied: "He must love me, he will take good care of me."

As soon as the words fell, she didn't know why, but she subconsciously remembered the file bag.

Nan Zishu lost all confidence in an instant.

She pursed her lips, and could only add cautiously: "Even if he doesn't love me that much now, even if he regards me as someone's substitute, as long as time goes by, he will definitely really need me."

Nan Zishu's voice trembled slightly, she looked at Ling Bei in front of her with a little humbleness and anxiety: "Ling Bei, I love you.

"You said that you love me too, and you will give me a home, right?"

Nan Zishu stretched out his hand cautiously, but Ling Bei withdrew it suddenly when her hand was about to touch his own.

"But I just take you as a substitute."

Ling Bei on the stage looked down at Nan Zishu condescendingly, the corner of his mouth curved into a contemptuous arc.

The indifference in his eyes was something Nan Zishu had never seen before.

I saw Ling Bei clapped his hands in disgust, and his tone was unprecedentedly sarcastic: "You actually know that I have a loved one.

"And you, Nan Zishu, are just a shadow by my side instead of her."

"Why?" Nan Zishu's eyes turned red instantly, and he raised his head to look at Ling Bei in disbelief.

"No reason." The corners of Ling Bei's slightly raised lips still had a mocking smile: "It's because you, Nan Zishu, are not worthy."

He bent down, and his handsome and sharp face suddenly enlarged in front of Nan Zishu's eyes, but his eyes made Nan Zishu feel extremely strange.

It was like she had never known this person.

The fear brought by this strangeness made Nan Zishu want to flee immediately, but Ling Bei didn't give her this chance, and directly stretched out his hand to grab the chin of the girl in front of him mercilessly.

The hand with well-defined knuckles was cold and hard like never before, and it was completely different from the gentle touch with a sense of security in the past.

"Nan Zishu, you should think about your identity."

Ling Bei forced Nan Zishu to look squarely at his sneering Liuli Tong: "You are a market girl who wants to have no background and no looks, why should you be favored by me.

"It's just relying on being a bit like 'her'."

Nan Zishu's whole body seemed to have been nailed in place, and he couldn't even move the soles of his feet.But even so, she still asked with a faint hope: "So... who is 'she'?"

"'Her'?" The sarcasm on Ling Bei's lips grew stronger: "You don't deserve to know."

After finishing speaking, Ling Bei immediately let go of the restraint in his hands.

He straightened his waist, returned to the condescending posture at the beginning, then neatened his sleeves gracefully, and was about to turn around and leave immediately.

Seeing that he wanted to leave, Nan Zishu wanted to stop him, but he couldn't move or make a sound.