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Perhaps, he was indeed destined to be alone. Just like in my previous life, as long as I think about this, my heart will throb with force. Evan Bell let out a long sigh.

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Evan-Bell just sat there quietly. He suddenly realized that in the past month, all his efforts to pursue happiness were just his wishful thinking, and everything was just an excuse for his selfishness. Every call, every text, every contact, even every caller ID was a disservice to Anne-Hathler and Blake Lively, and he ruthlessly put his name on them. The wound is constantly sprinkled with salt.

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According to his own thoughts, he wanted to be with Anne and Heather, but he didn't want to let go of Blake Lively's hand. Only when they were by his side would be happiness, and this would be a life like summer flowers. But that's just his idea. What about Blake Lively? So what about Anne-Hytherby? What should they do?

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The figure of Blake Lively appeared in his mind again. Her thin figure seemed to be blown away at any time in the rushing autumn wind. The deep dark circles under her eyes were more like a kind of silence than tears. The accusations described her struggles, struggles and pain. She loved herself so deeply, but she was beaten to the head, her dream shattered, she woke up, and the cruelty of life was no, it was his cruelty that dragged her into the swamp of death.

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And what about Anne-Hytherby? She is reluctant to answer his call because she doesn't know what to do in love: but she is willing to call him back because the man on the other end of the call is not a "lover" but a "friend". What kind of torment this is, you can even imagine that when Anne Heather was on the other end of the call with a smile on her face, blood was dripping from her heart, like dancing on the tip of a knife, but the graceful dance was spilled. Terrible all over the place.

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God, he is very selfish, he is really selfish, for his own life, like a summer flower, for his own reconciliation, he severely hurt two women who loved him deeply, the more he loved him. The deeper the injury, the heavier the injury. The deep bone-deep wound left both women bruised and bruised.

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Perhaps, Evan-Bell can follow his heart in music, movies, design, and life, but not with feelings, because once feelings are given, they cannot be controlled by their hearts, and this is not something that can be controlled. , especially when the feelings are so deep and sincere. He originally thought that he should give it a go and strive for his own happiness, but the problem is that his efforts, his persistence, and his struggles are all sharp blades, leaving countless wounds one after another on the people he loves. He was wrong, he was so wrong, and there is no way for feelings to be like summer flowers, because in the end, everyone will be hurt, including himself.

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Evan-Bell suddenly realized that letting go might be the best choice.

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Let go? The tide in his heart suddenly turned upside down. He only felt that the air around him was evacuated in an instant, but his face did not turn red due to suffocation. On the contrary, the blood completely faded like a low tide. Evan-Bell could clearly feel the tearing and tearing pain in his heart, and the bright blood beads came out one by one. Shake back. Love is like that, when you are happy, it can make people fly to the sky, but when you are sad, it can make people feel heartbroken.

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Evan Bell took a deep breath, but his right hand was still trembling. Evan Bell knew that this was what he had to do and the price of his selfishness. Wanting to embrace left and right, wanting to live like summer flowers, wanting to pursue happiness, this is the price he must pay when he fails.

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After dialing the Blake Lively's return number, no one answered, the answering machine started automatically, and Evan Bell just said, "Blake, I know you're home. Answer the call, if you don't. , I'll keep hitting."

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Blake Lively curled up on the sofa, watching the call from the landline within a hand distance of him, motionless. Those red eyes had obviously just been crying not long ago, and those cheeks were sunken even more. It was obvious that they had lost a lot of weight recently. It was Evan Bell's call, and his voice sounded a little tired. Blythe Lively wanted to pick up the call, but she tried her best not to, because she was afraid to pick it up herself. After calling back, she would cry like a vulnerable little girl, she really missed him, she really hated him, and she really hated herself.

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The telephone ringtone echoed like this, ringing, looping endlessly, just like the bell echo in a horror movie, constantly echoing in the hall in the middle of the night. Blake Lively could clearly feel Evan Bell's perseverance, and the echo of the phone had been ringing for half an hour, but he still had no intention of giving up.

The ringing of "Ring Ring" made Blake Lively reach out and grab the receiver of the telephone. She couldn't hold back. She wanted to scold, she had a stomach full of anger to send back. But when she answered the phone, her voice was as cold as a piece of ice, and she even shuddered, "You just don't want me to sleep, right?"

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Evan Yibel chuckled lightly, and the slight laughter came through the call back, just like the thin and cold moonlight outside the window, "You finally answered the call."

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The calmness of Evan Bell's voice made Blake Lively feel frustrated, how could he be so calm while he was like a crazy woman, "So, what's the matter with you?" Blake Lively struggled to keep his voice down She seemed a little distant, but the trembling in her throat made her voice a little out of control.

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"Let's break up." Evan Bell's voice came from a distance, as if he had crossed a wide valley and swayed over.

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This is just a simple sentence, but Evan Bell has more and more tumbling thoughts in his heart. "I love you, so I decided to let it go. Because I can't hold you firmly in my hand for my selfish thoughts, and then watch you suffer and watch you struggle. I know that breaking up is also a kind of cruelty , is also my unilateral self-determination, but at the moment when I reveal the truth of the matter, in fact, I continue to create wounds in your heart, the only way to stop hurting you is to let you come back By. I'm not a good man, not worth your struggle for me."

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But Evan Bell knew that he didn't need to say these words, he didn't need to explain to himself, he should stop hurting Blake Lively and give her back her freedom. Therefore, he only chose the simplest and most direct method, and only said one sentence, like a sharp blade, and simply cut off all his thoughts.

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"Why?" The trembling in Blake Lively's voice was uncontrollable, "Is it because you found out that the plan of stepping on two boats in a fair manner won't work, so you decided to give up on me and choose Other women? Or is it because you feel that you are no longer bound by a relationship, and you are back to being single? Or maybe you think you have had enough fun with me, so you don’t want me to pester you anymore.”

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Evan-Bell took the receiver of the call a little further away, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, lest Blake Lively could hear his unintentionally overflowing sob, and he couldn't, he had to be ruthless. Take it easy, long pain is worse than short pain, you can't continue to be selfish. Letting go is the best choice.

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"Yes." Evan Bell's words cut off all thoughts of Blake Lively, "Who do you show that you are going to die, I have warned you a long time ago, I am not a good man. Now I'm tired of playing, and you won't let me hug from the left to the right, so I don't think we need to continue." Evan Bell took a deep breath, and his heart began to hurt again, as if there was a The blender was tossing in it, which made him almost curl up. "So, let's break up. As early as the day you confessed to me, shouldn't you have been prepared for this? I will have an affair, I will have an affair, and I will even..."

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"Shut up, you shut up." Blake Lively interrupted Evan Bell, she couldn't take it anymore, "You selfish man, you always only think about yourself, you are a lover Follow your own bastard, I want you to go to hell. You should never show up to me, or I'll tear you apart without hesitation." Blake Lively vented his anger back and forth, and then With a loud roar, "I hate you~www.readwn.com~ I will hate you for the rest of my life, **** you!" and smashed the phone out.

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Blake Lively looked at the broken phone, and collapsed on the sofa as if all his strength was drained. It's over, it's over. Love is over, torture is over, distress is over, entanglement is over, everything is over... But why is my heart empty, why?

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Blake Lively hugged his knees tightly, then burst into tears like a fool. My heart really hurts so much. Is it because I am reluctant, or because I am unwilling, or because it is not worth it for myself, or because I still haven't let go?

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The night is the best umbrella, and Blake Lively curled up in the corner of the sofa, crying aloud. A few weeks ago, Evan Bell told himself he had cheated on him and he was still in love with two people at the same time. Since then, Blake Lively's heart has been tangled, she doesn't know what to do, she wants to let go, but she doesn't have the courage: she wants to fight, but she has no purpose. Her life was a complete mess.

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Now, everything is over, she just feels that she is a good man and very tired. But even so, the corner of my heart that was branded with "Evan Bell" was still aching. Tears mixed with the color of the night, like toxins, bit by bit withdrawn from the bottom of my heart.

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