Chapter 651

A bitterness spread in her mouth, "I shed tears not because of Han zixie, but because..."

"Does the reason matter?" he interrupted her.

She was stunned. Her misty eyes stared at the man in front of her. Bursts of cold passed through the bottom of her heart. Suddenly, she had a cognition that he didn't believe her. No matter what she said, he wouldn't believe it.

When he broke up with Han zixie in front of her, in fact, he had quickly drawn a line with her, but she didn't want to believe this fact and ran over to explain it clearly. Everything was all right.

But in fact, it was just a self humiliation.

"The relationship between us, can you really break up when you break up?" she couldn't help asking. If you can break up so simply, you can be you and I can be me, can it also be called love?

He raised his hand, gently lifted some of the hair on her cheek, put her ears behind him, "I can love you or not." as he said, he bent over and kissed her lips with his lips.

The cold kiss seemed to have no temperature. The tip of her nose was full of his breath, but there was no warm feeling in the past, but a sharp blade that hurt her!

"Just like I kiss you now, I don't feel any more. In fact, if I had known today, I would rather never have loved you." he said so. His voice was as cold as his kiss, making the blood in her body seem to be cooling and solidifying rapidly

Her nose was so sour that tears seemed to rush out of her eyes again, but this time, she didn't want to cry in front of him and make her tears meaningless.

"I see," she murmured, her voice choking. She is too naive. She thinks he loves her deeply, but in fact, this love can end when it ends.

All the explanations and all the unspoken words have become meaningless. Even if they are repeated, they will become pale and powerless.

Qin Sitong silently withdrew from the storage room. Suddenly, there was only Jun Jisheng left in the room.

Until now, Jun Jisheng raised his hands and slowly spread his palms upward. In his palm, it was a blur of flesh and blood, which was caused by his own nails and constantly pinching the palm.

"Father, I won't be you," he muttered, like some kind of oath.

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After walking out of the storeroom, Qin Sitong came to the bedroom where she had just come here and turned out all the suitcases and old clothes she had brought when she came.

Qin Sitong looked at her previous clothes. They were all relatively cheap clothes. Even if they were winter clothes, they were only two or three hundred and one. What she was wearing now was the clothes prepared for her by Jun Jisheng in Jun's residence. Each one was very valuable.

She smiled bitterly, took off her clothes, put on her original cheek clothes, and only put the things she had brought in the suitcase. She didn't take away those she didn't buy.