School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 968 I won't be moved

At the most, Qiyue didn't know his change at all, and the happy singing still filled the air.

[Like the garden in front of the castle, I love this happy feeling, can it be the same, take a photo of us together. 】

Ye Zun suddenly lifted the quilt, sat up straight, his smoke-gray hair covered his eyebrows, and concealed the sharp pain in his eyes.

He lowered his head, panting heavily.

However, Qiyue didn't notice his strange emotion, and still played and sang.

[Looking forward to the stars in the sky not going out tonight, I promise to accompany you forever in my heart...  】

"Uh."

"Bang." Unprepared and unexpected, the guitar in her hand was roughly ripped away.

Accompanied by the sound of being smashed, the intact guitar lay broken on the cold ground.

Most Qiyue was dumbfounded, as if her throat suddenly lost her voice.

Ye Zun looked at her with miserable eyes, and his voice was hoarse and painful, "I remember, in order to save Nangong Han, you often took this guitar and played it to him, right?"

At that time, although he was abroad for a while, he was still very clear about her every move.

Most Qiyue was stunned, slowly raised her red eyes, looked at him, and felt complicated feelings in her heart.

"..."

Her silence and flickering flusters were a real acknowledgment of the truth of what he said.

"The tricks used on him, and then used on me, do you think I will be moved and happy?"

His voice was hoarse, and his chest was in severe pain.

"I... I didn't." Her eyes suddenly became sour, and a stream of tears flowed out of her eye sockets quickly.

She is a stupid and useless person, not strong enough, not skilled enough, gluttonous, and road-crazy.

Her only talents are playing the guitar and singing, and she can't find any way to please people.

Seeing her crying weakly, he turned around suddenly, deliberately avoiding her tears.

Closing his eyes heavily, he strode out of the room.

"Woo... woo woo..."

With his heartless departure, her whole heart was extremely desperate, and instantly shattered into slag. She slumped powerlessly to the ground, covered her face, and cried bitterly.

Is she wrong?Could it be that she has to be forced to stand still, be cold and heartless, and watch Nangong Han's accident, and remain indifferent, to be considered as having love for him?

A thin figure crouched gently in front of her.

Holding a tissue in his hand, he approached her tremblingly, wiping the tears that accidentally flowed between his fingers.

Most Qiyue's crying voice stopped suddenly.

Such a gentle and careful movement caused a flash of excitement in her heart, and she hurriedly let go of her hand.

The person squatting in front of her is An Xin.

She looked timid, very scared, but carefully wiped her tears, the look of wanting to comfort but scared made people feel sore.

"Woo..."

She thought it was her mistake and her delusion that Ye Zun came back.

Holding on to the appearance of wanting to cry but not daring to cry.

"Thank you, rest assured."

At this fragile moment, the person who handed her tissues and silently comforted her was the person she brought.

An Xin gradually stopped trembling, showed a smile, and gestured with her fingers.

"Ha ha."

Qiyue could see what she wanted to express, and felt warm in her heart, and she laughed softly.

"An Xin." Looking at the scars on An Xin's face, and the distorted facial features, even the smiling expression had an extremely weird feeling.

Stretching out his hand and gently placing it on her cheek, Qiyue's eyes were full of distress, "It hurts, right?"

It must hurt.

(End of this chapter)