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Chapter 104 The Ring Is Named Until Death (2)
"boom--"

With a crisp sound, Uncle Jin's words stopped abruptly, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at the fragments on the ground.

Uncle Jin hasn't finished yet: the young master never allows anyone to touch him, he treats it like a treasure.

Now, broken...unrecognizable.

Wiping off the dust on his fingertips, Jiang Xiachu slowly raised his head, and said two words lightly: "broken." Standing up, he pushed the dirt away with his feet, and the thorn sunflower rolled under his feet, alone parked in the corner.Jiang Xiachu gathered her clothes, and said calmly, "That's fine, plants are the same, sometimes life is better than death."

Uncle Jin was completely stunned, and there was only one thought in his mind: the young master should suffer again...

When Jiang Xiachu was away, his young master was not well, but now that she is here, his young master may not be well either.

It's just that the person turned around, walked a few steps, and said casually: "If Zuo Cheng asks, just say that I hate thorn sunflowers, especially—" Suddenly she stopped, she lowered her head, leaned over, moved her feet, and fiddled with the ground "It's actually here."

She raised her hand, a silver ring was still standing in the dirt.She squatted and said to herself: "Zuo Cheng is really omnipotent."

Uncle Jin looked at the ring, not knowing why, and then at the thorn sunflower that rolled into the corner: "You shouldn't destroy it, it's just a potted plant, why bother to be persistent."

He didn't call her Young Madam, he was just a bystander, but there was reprimand in his tone.

Uncle Jin looked cold, but the culprit had a scornful face, smiled coldly, and said to himself: "It's just a potted plant, Zuocheng is more persistent than me." He tightened the ring in his hand, coldly Sui glanced at Uncle Jin, and said irrelevantly, "Sometimes, living is not for oneself, so you can't die. In fact, death is fulfillment."

She is complaining, dissatisfied, using such childish and willful methods.

Uncle Jin sighed, he didn't know whether he was sorry for the thorn sunflower who had been like this for five years, or he was looking for the person for five years, but he didn't say anything in the end.

After being silent for a long time, Jiang Xiachu slowly walked to the guardrail, raised his hand, and opened his palm.

Gudong—the ring in his hand fell into the fountain downstairs and disappeared without a trace.Turning around again, the corners of his mouth were mocking something.

Nearly half of the moon was shrouded in dark clouds, and the wooden chair swing in the middle of the roof swayed, and the shadows swayed.

This swing was also five years ago, and it used to be her favorite.

Looking at it now, it feels extremely dazzling.Sit up and curl up on the swing: "If he comes back, he will say that I fell asleep." Pushing away the scattered hair, lying on the swing with her hands on her pillow, she frowned, "It's been five years, this swing has been stained with his smell .”

The tip of her nose is filled with the smell of Zuocheng, permeating her skin, senses, every detail, and her heart is a little bit cold, like a pain from a needle prick.

Her swing, once, she was swinging with her elder sister, watching the moon, chatting till dawn.

The moonlight is still there, but the old friend is no longer there, leaving only this suffocating breath to remind her: she is still alive.

Closing her eyes, the moonlight was no longer reflected in her eyes, she fell asleep, the wind blew the swing slightly shaking.

After a while, there was no words there, and Uncle Jin leaned forward and shouted softly: "The wind is blowing, young lady, go to sleep."

The people on the swing didn't move, only the wind was blowing, their hair was messed up, and the swing was swaying.

Uncle Jin shook his head, sighed, and left the rooftop.

Walking to the door, Uncle Jin was surprised: "When did you come?"

Cheng Chuying didn't seem to be able to hear it, and her eyes fell on the wooden chair outside the roof with the dim light: "That pot of thorn sunflower, Zuo Cheng has never been willing to let people touch it." It seemed to be laughing again, "If someone else broke it, Zuo Cheng would definitely not forgive him, but she trampled on it like this."

Why is this woman?
Cheng Chuying's eyes suddenly turned cold, staring at the woman on the swing.

Uncle Jin shook his head, feeling helpless: "That is hers, naturally only she can do it, the young master is willing, outsiders have no right to say anything."

That outsider included Cheng Chuying and Jinshu himself.Zuo Cheng is such a person, he will protect many people, but those many people are just outsiders, even if the sum is not equal to Jiang Xiachu.

"We are all just outsiders." Uncle Jin added, "Even my surname is Zuo. Chuying, don't forget this."

Cheng Chuying acted as if she had never heard of it, and Danfeng's eyes suddenly became dark and cold, with a wanton gloomy expression on her face and words: "She always thought that she was the only one who was worse than death, but she didn't know how many people followed her." She would rather die than live." Her eyes were sharp, and Jiang Xiachu was the thorn in her eyes, no matter how you looked at it, it hurt.

That many people, including Zuo Cheng, including herself.

Jiang Xiachu, she only remembers her tragic past, but she can't see the humble present of some people.

The fire in Cheng Chuying's eyes spread, growing something called jealousy.

Uncle Jin's onlooker said clearly: "Chuying, the matter between the young master and her, you should not see it or know it, you are always smart."

She suddenly laughed, and the traces of self-deprecating desolation were strong on her lips: "I'm very smart, and I hate that I know too much." She turned her eyes and looked at Uncle Jin, "That year, in Lijie, his hand You save people because of her, right?"

Uncle Jin was slightly surprised, lowered his eyes, and remained silent.

Cheng Chuying laughed miserably: "It seems that my guess is correct. I have thought about it for so many years. Why should that man who has no mercy show mercy to me? It turns out that the reason is her." She sighed with a smile, "This woman I hate the most is because of her that I can live to this day. Destiny is such a wonderful thing."

She was so lucky to meet such a fate, but now, she just thinks it is absurd.

This most hated woman... yes, the woman she hated the most, but she was so sad that she didn't even have the qualifications to show her hating.

"Don't let the young master know these words." That's all Uncle Jin can do, he sighed helplessly, "Go back, the young master will be back soon."

Cheng Chuying smiled wryly, remained silent for a long time, turned around slowly, walked, lost her mind, and whispered softly to herself: "This rooftop is hers, and now all the places in Zuocheng belong to her. It doesn't belong to Zuocheng anymore, so I will find some reason to come in in the future."

If possible, never meet a man like Zuo Cheng; even if you do, never fall in love with him; even if you fall in love with him, never love him with your whole heart; Love him with all your heart, and don't let people find out that it's just one person's sorrow.

As she walked farther and farther away, her figure became depressed and disappeared in the city of Zuocheng.This woman, she met, fell in love with, and devoted herself to such a man, so she was doomed to be sad.

(End of this chapter)