Fu Beichen suddenly looked up at the smile and was stunned. The smile was still beautiful and clear, but he felt an inexplicable fear, a fear of loss.

"Fu Beichen, you know what? In my life, the best thing is to meet you, and that is, you have emptied all the things in my heart, and there is nothing left!" she smiled calmly, and the words were full of desolate taste.

She looked at him with a smile on her lips.

Love is so hurt, so painful, everything between you and me is like a dream, in which there is expectation, excitement, aftertaste, forgetting

Fu Beichen, I loved and hurt you. This time I finally saw it. I really saw it.

A drop of tear falls down my cheek quietly, just like a meteor. It's fleeting, and love is general. If you miss it, it's hard to catch it.

"Even if you don't love me, even if only hate is left, I won't let you leave!"

Zhan Yan listened to his words and didn't say anything more. He just closed his eyes tired and looked at the cold plum outside. There were still bare Albizia flowers in the distance. "Albizia flowers are really beautiful when they bloom. Unfortunately, they have withered at the moment. Although they will still bloom beautiful flowers in the coming year, do you know?"

She looked at him with a smile, "The Albizzia flower is very small. Each flower is not so conspicuous, but it is very beautiful. It is soft like a baby's skin. It is loved by people. When the soft spring breeze blows, several petals fall quietly on the earth. The falling flowers become mud. Even if the Albizzia flower in the coming year is beautiful and gorgeous, it is not the Albizzia flower that used to be, because although it is the same outside, it has no soul."

"Yan Yan, it's not like this, it's not..." Fu Beichen roared excitedly, and a deep fear spread.

"Many things happen, it's hard to go back to the beginning." Zhan Yan said faintly, ignoring Fu Beichen's anger.

"Beichen, do you know what the alias of acacia is?" Zhan Yan smiled at Fu Beichen.

"Acacia is also called bitter flower."

This smile, exhausted the strength of pain; this time, relieved, exhausted the place to remember; this confession, exhausted the courage to love; this cry, exhausted your expression of love; because this... Is the last time I love you.

"There was once a infatuated woman who waited for her husband. Her white hair turned green until she died. She couldn't wait for her husband. She made a promise before she died. If her husband changed his heart, from now on, let the bitter flowers bloom, the husband is the leaf, and I am the flower. The flower is not old and the leaf does not fall. She is united all her life and all the world is happy!" she smiled. "It's a pity that it's a happy all the world!"

Hearing the speech, Fu Beichen, pale and staggering, took a step back. No, no, he would not admit defeat and let her go. Her hate heart cut off her back so decisively.

The room was silent. Zhan Yan didn't know what he said?

I just hope Fu Beichen doesn't play such an emotional game. When her brother comes out and her grandfather gets better, she will leave here to find Yao Yao, and then spend her time there quietly.

In a few simple words, his desperate and indifferent eyes tortured his soul and tore his heart like a beast.

Fu Beichen's hands were tightly clenched together, closed his eyes, suppressed his anger and breathed deeply. He didn't even know that his fingertips were pinched into the meat, and there was no feeling. The red blood flowed down his fingertips.

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