deadly mantra

Chapter 183 If I met you first
Shui Qingchen leaned the ink pen against the inkstone and said lightly:
"Miss Bao shouldn't focus on Shui."

Bao Simu sobbed softly:

"This sentence... why did you only say it to me? Why didn't you also warn Ji Fanyin like this? Tell her not to focus on you.

Why can she do it but I can’t? What’s the point?If I met you first...if it were me, would things be different between us?
Tell me, if nothing happened to me, if Ji Fanyin didn't take the advantage, would you and I be able to be together? "

Shui Qingchen raised his eyes, and there was only an indifference in his eyes:

"No ifs."

A bright hope ignited in Bao Simu's eyes:

"What if?"

Shui Qingchen's next words were like a basin of ice-cold water, extinguishing Bao Simu's rekindled hope again.

"Even if there is, I will only identify her."

Bao Simu felt a sharp pain in his heart, feeling that he could hardly breathe because of the pain:
"Why... why can't I do it? Why can she do it? How can I not be better than her?"

Shui Qingchen shook his head and said:
"You are you and she is her, so there is no need to compare."

Bao Simu's wry smile revealed sarcasm:

"There's no need to compare, or in your heart, I can't compare to her at all."

Shui Qingchen was silent for a while, as if he didn't want to answer the question.

Bao Simu grabbed his sleeve, tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes, and he sobbed:
"Tell me, Mr. Shui, tell me what's wrong with me, what's wrong with me? Is it because I'm not as good at martial arts as her? I'm not as cute as her? Or is it because I'm not as smart as she is?"

Shui Qingchen's face darkened slightly, and he forcefully pulled his sleeves away from her hands, his voice slightly cold:
"Miss Bao, please don't act in a way that makes people misunderstand." Bao Simu asked in a sharp voice, feeling a little sad and angry:
"Are you afraid that others will misunderstand, or are you afraid that Ji Fanyin will misunderstand?! Why! Tell me! I only want you to say a word, tell me how I can't compare to her?! Where on earth!"

Shui Qingchen said frankly:

"Miss Bao, if I have ever done something that caused you misunderstanding, I apologize to you. You are very good, and there is no need to argue with Xiaoyin. You have what she does not have. You have the love of your parents, the love of your senior brothers, and Li Mubai's concern. The people you should cherish are them, not me."

"But she has you!" Bao Simu interrupted him with tears.

Shui Qingchen finally showed a gentle smile, but it was not because of Bao Simu:

"Everyone in the world will know that she has me, but she doesn't understand how important she is to me.

Girl, it is an unwise choice to put your expectations on someone who will never respond to you.

There are no ifs in this world. Even if there were, I would only recognize one Givenchy name when I meet thousands of other people.

I don't care about other people and other things. "

Shui Qingchen walked out of the pavilion without looking back.

Bao Simu's legs were weak, and he held the table with trembling hands. He sat down very slowly, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and exhaled.

At this time, thousands of small raindrops fell from the night and made a "tapping" sound on the eaves of the pavilion.

The sudden rain shattered the mirror-like lake surface, overturned the wishing pool floating on the lake surface, and wet the prepared fireworks on the shore.

A sad smile suddenly appeared on Bao Simu's face, which was as pale as paper.

(End of this chapter)