Luxury Marriage: Rich Family's Love

Qianxia helplessly opened her dull eyes, as heavy as a dead pair of pupils, and incisively and vividly interpreted her inner despair, pain, good pain... The pain in the body is far less than that in the heart.

Turning his head, his eyes suddenly fell on the porch, but at this time, the door handle turned gently.

Tang Zixuan, who was wet all over, stood in front of the door awkwardly, and his eyes widened slightly. In his eyes, Hui reflected the two people on the tea table.

At that moment, it seemed that the world was still.

Aware of the eyes outside the door, ye Shengyan stagnated. Then he just closed his eyes without stopping. He leaned over and kissed qianxia.

"Why... Why did you lie to me?"

His voice was almost soft and inaudible. He was helpless and hoarse. Tang Zixuan stood stiff in place. The bone cold shrouded her body, and the pain of tearing spread a little.

Suddenly, qianxia's eyes were fragmented in the limit of collapse.

No

Sister... Sorry

The thing she feared most came after all, just like the severe pain and horror in the nightmare, biting her fragile soul and acutely drawing scar wounds.

Tears slipped down the corners of her eyes, blurred her vision and blurred her heart.

Tang Zixuan stared at Qian Xia's desperate eyes, walked rigidly, approached step by step, and stopped, "Qian Qian... Why are you, why must it be you... Why do you look at me? I've always been so stupid that I thought I was very happy, ha ha... You say, why are you?"

From beginning to end, Tang Zixuan didn't look at ye Shengyan. For her, the real betrayer was qianxia.

"Sister..." Qian Xia trembled and opened her mouth. Her voice changed to almost lost her voice. She breathed hard, like falling into suffocating drowning, "sister... I... I'm sorry..." the suppression and hot lingering on her body did not end. She wanted to struggle, but she didn't have any strength. She lay like a puppet.

"I don't want to listen. I'm sorry. I'll give you a chance to explain!"

Tang Zixuan stood in front of her and stared at her face for a moment. The broken trace spread all the way from the bottom of her heart. She couldn't hide the scar. From that moment on, twenty years of sisterhood and her betrayal completely stepped on a dead end.

She can't describe her mood at this time. Can't she believe it? injured? Or hate?