Warm marriage doting, Li Shao's prosperous wife

Chapter 255

The night is cold.

It was as if a piece of ink was suddenly splashed into the air, blurring instantly.

That night, it snowed again, and it fell heavily. This year's snow was even worse than last year's.

Xia Xingchen stood by the window, stretched out a hand, and raised a corner of the curtain, her eyes quietly looked down, but that person didn't come tonight.

Tonight, there are no lonely smoke rings slowly burning downstairs.

Tonight, there is no lonely person standing downstairs.

Tonight, it snowed heavily.

……

She didn't look any further, feeling empty in her heart, as if a piece of her heart was missing if the man wasn't downstairs, Xia Xingchen smiled wryly.

Then, he sat on the bed and stared blankly for a while.

Still haunted by messy things in her heart, she resisted the urge to stand by the window to watch Song Qingyan, then stood up from the bed, walked to the computer desk, and played games, she thought.

Isn't playing games her favorite thing?

After playing the game for a while, the noise made her feel even more lonely. She couldn't laugh, and her fingers stopped pressing the keyboard. She watched herself being killed by the other party in the game, but she didn't feel it at all.

People seem to be numb.

But why do numb people still have bursts of sadness in their hearts?This is a really strange thing.

Turn off the computer.

She couldn't help but stand by the window again.

There was a sudden sound, before the curtains were opened, Xia Xingchen jumped as if in shock. It turned out that the phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number. When he answered the phone, it was a familiar voice.

Song Qingyan's.

Song Qingyan is really cunning, she always remembers Song Qingyan's number, if Song Qingyan called, she would definitely hang up decisively, that's why Song Qingyan used an unfamiliar number.

"Xingchen, I'm downstairs at your house."

Xia Xingchen did not speak.

Song Qingyan continued, his voice seemed a bit sad, he said, "I really want to see you, can you just stand by the window and let me see you?"

He didn't smoke, and when he was talking, the white gas condensed into the cold air, and he was cold and pitiful.

Xia Xingchen paused, her heart was like a floating leaf floating on the ocean, lonely and cold, she finally replied, "No."

Hitting these two words on Song Qingyan was like being slapped heavily, or even crueler than a slap.

Then, he smiled wryly, "I know you'd be bored hearing my voice, let alone seeing me."

Xia Xingchen remained silent, she wanted to hang up the phone.

Just when I was about to put down my phone.

Song Qingyan asked, "Xingchen, does what you say count? I committed suicide, so will you forgive me?"

His lips were trembling.

Xia Xingchen's fingers were also trembling.

Then, she laughed mockingly, "Song Qingyan, if you committed suicide, wouldn't you have committed suicide long ago? Why wait until now, who are you lying to? You won't commit suicide."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone without looking under the window again.

Song Qingyan stood there in a daze, the wind and snow got bigger, and the icy snow blew on his face, but the pain on his face couldn't compare to the pain in his heart.

He smiled silently.

Laughing coldly.

He lowered his head, opened his mouth, and moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything.

After a long time, he moved his feet, walked to the door, raised his hand to knock on the door, but put it down again, Xingchen, I said I was going to die this time, I didn't lie to you, I just, just wanted to see you again before I died.

But you won't believe me anymore.

Never trust me again.

It turns out that it is so difficult to gain someone's trust in this world.

Song Qingyan turned around and finally left Xia Xingchen's house in this snowy night. Perhaps, this was the last time he stood downstairs in Xia Xingchen's house.

This night, it was extremely cold.

Song Qingyan filled the bathtub with warm water, and then he took the blade and put it on his wrist. He tried to cut it off, but when the blade was on his wrist, he hesitated again.

Xia Xingchen said that he couldn't bear to die, and he was right, he really couldn't bear to die.

He was greedy for this world, and for Xia Xingchen's love. During this period of time, he tried to get Xia Xingchen's forgiveness. He guarded downstairs of her house every night, and he abandoned all the flowers and plants in the past.

If Shen Yuehua hadn't begged him bitterly, if he hadn't taken into account the power of the Shen family, he wouldn't have dragged it so far. Shen Yuehua really has the ability.

Three nights ago, Shen Yuehua drugged him. When he hugged Shen Yuehua, he felt that he was hugging Xia Xingchen, but when he woke up, he clearly saw Shen Yuehua's face.

The night passed.

Shen Yuehua looked at his eyes full of steam, sadness, and pride, she said, "Song Qingyan, you have treated me like this, you can't let me down, you can only marry me."

Song Qingyan only felt that there was no turning back for him.

However, Shen Yuehua looked considerate, "Song Qingyan, don't worry, I won't tell Xia Xingchen what happened last night. As long as, as long as you are by my side, as long as you marry me, it will be fine."

Song Qingyan's face was as cold as an ice cellar. He looked out of the window, winter, winter is a cold season, and winter is a season suitable for death.

He said, "Shen Yuehua, I'm sorry for you."

"Needless to say I'm sorry, you marry me, you marry me, I don't care about anything." Shen Yuehua said.

The blade cut a shallow bloodstain on his wrist, and it hurt a little. It turns out that such a small wound hurts so much. I don't know how much Xia Xingchen felt when he saw him making out with other women.Where there is a wound in the body, there is a wound in the heart.

He then tried to cut harder on the wrist, and the blood flowed out quickly, the thick bloody smell filled the nostrils, and a lot of blood filled the eyes.

Song Qingyan looked at the blood color, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled up.

"Xingchen, you have to keep your word. You said, you can forgive me after I die. I won't marry anyone else. Only you, only you..."

It gradually became blurred for a while, and the blade fell to the ground with a soft sound, calling for the arrival of the god of death.

He put his wrist in the warm water of the bathtub.

This prevents the blood from coagulating.

In this way, his death is assured.

At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he seemed to see Xia Xingchen at first, with ponytail, neat ponytail, who likes to play games, with a beautiful smiling face, pure as a holy white flower.

His lips moved, but he didn't have the strength to make another sound.

That lip shape is calling a person's name, "Stars..."

Completely losing consciousness, Song Qingyan felt that he had finally had a good night's sleep. In his dream, Xia Xingchen smiled at him like a flower.

The next morning, Xia Xingchen answered a phone call.

It's Shen Yuehua.

Shen Yuehua's tone was sad, she said, "Xia Xingchen, you are satisfied, Song Qingyan is dead, if you don't get it, you will be destroyed, Xia Xingchen, you are so cruel."

(End of this chapter)