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Chapter 641 Will You Never Be Comparable To Nangong Han?
During the time she spent with him, she knew him better than himself.

She just felt sorry for his tortured life, and she just wanted him to regain the sunshine and happiness.

"That's my business too, I beg you, don't interfere, don't worry about me, okay?"

He held her shoulders tightly with both hands, and yelled at her uncontrollably, his bloodshot eyes were full of his anger.

"Ye Zun, you are a cowardly man!"

"Nangonghan doesn't have a mother, and his father has never been by his side, and he has no relatives to accompany him, but he is not like you. He can face life with strength. Why do you hide in a dark and humid place?" corner to escape things?"

"Oh!"

Ye Zun quickly got up from her body, and vigorously swept the cup off the table.

The atmosphere was silent for an instant, and the depressive breath rushed in the air, making people feel like they were suffocated to the point of dying.

He stood alone and sad, with his head bowed, his smoke-gray hair covered the grief in his eyes, and he quietly looked at the broken cup on the ground.

It was a cup he specially ordered for her, pink in color, with kawaii cartoon characters, unfortunately, it was all broken into shards, pierced into his heart, and he couldn't breathe due to the pain.

It was most difficult for July to stand up from the sofa.

"……I."

She didn't know what to say for a moment, and then realized that she had said the wrong thing.

"Ah……."

He lowered his head and laughed at himself sarcastically, slowly raised his amber eyes, and quietly looked at the bewildered Most Qiyue.

Most Qiyue looked up at him in astonishment and nervousness, her amber eyes were full of sadness, as if all the sorrow in the world were shining in their eye sockets.

"In your heart, I will never be as good as Nangong Han, right?"

"Nangonghan is better than me in everything. I'm just a wimp and a cowardly man, right?"

Most Qiyue was so sad that she couldn't help herself, she stared at him blankly, her throat seemed to lose her voice, and she stood there numbly and grieved.

"Boom, boom..."

Her silence made him more painful, as if she was acquiescing in a silent way.

He suddenly went crazy and smashed all the items on the table.

The pain of venting, the broken items were scattered all over the place, and the smell of gunpowder smoke lingered in the air.

Zuo Qiyue stood there numbly, watching him go crazy at a loss, until a small circle of blood traces on the ground pierced her eyes, she suddenly woke up, looked up to look for him.

His fingers were covered with blood, a red streak slipped down his fingertips and dripped to the ground.

She ran over nervously and held his hand, "You are hurt."

"I... I'll bandage you up."

"..."

With a stiff back, he pulled out his big hand indifferently, turned around, and left alone.

Most Qiyue couldn't react for a moment, eyes full of pain, watching his back leave, her heart felt like countless knives were being cut, and the severe pain made her numb to the point of speechlessness.

Tears fell drop by drop.

It's all her fault, she lost control and said something that hurt him. She clearly knew that the most taboo thing for a man is to compare with another man, not to mention the other party's Nangong Han, a man she had a relationship with before.

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The lights were not turned on, and the hall was dark, quiet, and lifeless, like a dilapidated house that had been silent for many years.

A sad black figure fell down on the cold ground, surrounded by scattered objects, she raised the wine bottle and drank the wine one gulp at a time.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

(End of this chapter)