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219 Chapter 2 So I Lost My Heart ([-])
Zuo Yu couldn't hold back his breath, and stepped forward: "Young Madam, you—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a cold voice suddenly sounded, very lightly: "Let someone redo it until she is willing to take a look."

Yes, Zuo Cheng, he is back, Jiang Xiachu turned around and looked at him, his face was a little pale, his eyes were tired, this was the first time he saw him in four days.

She was originally quiet and suddenly became noisy and restless, but suddenly, she opened her lips, but she couldn't speak, her throat was sore.

The man was carrying the light behind his back, his handsome face was dim, and he approached little by little. First, the voice came: "I thought that even if you don't love me, you are ready to spend the rest of your life with me."

He sneered: "I thought we were already husband and wife, but you don't want my wedding."

He mocked: "I thought you were beginning to miss me, but I didn't know you were still so cruel to me."

He hit her heart sentence by sentence, and then the softest place became ice and snow, his lips were opened and choked: "Zuo Cheng, I—"

Zuo Cheng didn't wait for her words, and cut it off: "Jiang Xiachu, I never knew your heart was so hard."

Zuo Cheng always thought that what he was holding in his hand was a cold stone, it turned out it wasn't, the stone could at least keep warm, but at the beginning of Jiang Xia, he lost confidence, and for the first time he didn't have the courage to go further.

How invulnerable is this woman.

And her?Yeye Insomnia thought of countless questions to refute him, but when he met Shang Zuocheng's eyes, he couldn't say a single one.

"Zuocheng." Apart from these two words, her mind was completely blank.

Zuo Cheng's cold eyes softened because of these two words. He stroked her shoulder and asked deeply, "Xia Chu, what do you want from me?"

"I—" She suddenly fell silent, and after a moment of bewilderment, she murmured, "I don't know either."

I just suddenly discovered that I owe a lot to a person.

And that person is their scar, and no one wants to uncover it.

Zuo Cheng sneered and let go.

Something seemed to collapse in Jiang Xiachu's heart, and then it was empty. She panicked and reached out to grab his hand, but there was nothing.

When he turned around, she suddenly said, "Give me time."

"I've been giving it all the time, but you've never cherished it." Turning around, there was only a cool word, "Throw away all of these."

"I want to explain." Jiang Xiachu paused, smiling bitterly, "But I don't know what to say, maybe you don't believe me, and I don't know what I'm doing either."

It is a kind of subconscious, repulsive in the subconscious, flustered in the subconscious, terrified in the subconscious, as if something was lost, something happened, something was understood, but I don’t know what was lost, what happened, something understood, and then This subconsciousness emerges.

She didn't know how to explain these absurd remarks to him. Then, she watched him turn around in a daze, leaving only one sentence: "You won, the wedding is cancelled."

Then, without Zuo Cheng's figure, she fell heavily on the sofa, and suddenly understood that absurd subconsciousness.

It turned out that she had lost her heart, so she was at a loss.

"Heh." Jiang Xiachu suddenly chuckled, "So I'm so scared—"

Suddenly, the voice disappeared, leaving only a sneer.

It turned out that she was so afraid of falling in love with him...

Sitting at the beginning of Jiang Xia, she looked up at those wedding dresses, one by one, so beautiful that it was unreal, like—like a stolen dream.

Jiang Xiachu sat and watched for a long time.

"Young Madam—" Zuo Yu hesitated to speak, "Mister has put a lot of thought into these wedding dresses."

Jiang Xiachu didn't speak, and couldn't see any emotion, Zuo Yu sighed, and smiled wryly as he went to collect the hanging wedding dresses, when his hands just touched, Jiang Xiachu opened his mouth and said two words.

"Leave."

"Young Madam, you—"

"You go out."

Zuo Yu didn't understand, but he didn't dare to ask, "Yes."

Didn't you say that the bystanders are clear?Zuo Yu, who had never cleaned up before, left the room in confusion.

When the door of the room was closed, Jiang Xiachu got up, walked to the wedding dress, and suddenly smiled: "It's so beautiful."

Inexplicably said, and then turned around.

In the middle of the night, she tossed and turned, and took another sleeping pill, but it didn't help. Afterwards, she had a migraine that hadn't happened for a long time. She sighed, sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, went to the cloakroom, took off the wedding dress, and One by one, and then went to the third floor with these wedding dresses.

After living in Zuo's house for half a year, she walked up to the third floor for the first time.

Opening the door familiarly, the layout inside is exactly the same as it was six years ago. My sister's photo, my sister's cabinet, my sister's makeup mirror... are all the same as before. The only thing that has changed is the person who walked in.

She hugged several wedding dresses, walked to the makeup mirror, and looked at Jiang Shenxia's photo: "Sister, do you look good?" Seemingly distressed, she frowned, "Which one should I choose?"

No one answered, the night was silent, only her own echo echoed in a penetrating way.

She held the wedding dress in one hand, and flicked the old yellowed photos with the other: "I remember my sister told me that the biggest regret in this life is not walking into church with that person's hand."

She gave a wry smile, a little helpless: "When Zuo Cheng turned around just now, I seemed to start to feel regretful."

"Sister, can you—" she paused, and said firmly, "Can you not be so guilty, can you let me indulge once, just this once—"

Suddenly, she threw down the photo, and Jiang Shenxia was no longer in her eyes.

Continuing with the words just now, every word is decisive: "Forget about my sister's regret."

No one answered, she thought, this is the default, forget it.

She smiled: "I like this one better, it's conservative." She smiled again, "Zuo Cheng prefers such a conservative style."

Jiang Xiachu picked up the conservative wedding dress, left the rest of the wedding dress in the room, turned around, and left.

My sister, please forgive my selfishness, just this once.

People go, the building is empty, in the empty third floor, the crinkled wind blew the curtains, and the cool wind blows in, blowing the notebook on the desk, page by page, vividly.

Under the dim moonlight, scenes of Jiang Shenxia's past were sung...

April 2005, [-] was sunny.

On that day, camphor flowers fell all over the sky, and he walked towards me slowly, and then all the flowers bloomed and clouds became the background of that person.

I met such a man, and then fell in love with such a man. It only takes a second, and I can even predict that it will take me a lifetime to cherish this second.

April 2005 NO.15 overcast.

I met such a man, he is always standing on a high place, always alone, always not happy or angry, they all say that he is a born king, I only say that he is a born lonely.

(End of this chapter)