C95 His heart was dead

Song Jiayin stretched out her hand and accepted the cheque that Gong Yichen handed over, but her heart was already barren.

Looking at Song Jiayin who had received the cheque, Gong Yichen confirmed his thoughts with disdain.

"Now, other than money, there's nothing else that can move you right?" Gong Yichen thought about it later on, "Isn't it good that those men gave you money to collect?"

Song Jiayin drank a mouthful of coffee, and her mouth had lost all its flavor. This cup of coffee did not contain any sugar, but she did not feel the slightest bit of bitterness. Maybe she had endured too much, but her nerves were already numb.

The laughter of the past, the ridicule of the present, the confusion of the future, it was like the pain, suffering, and scars of the past … Then they slowly disappeared, and everything gradually became blurred, but little by little, until finally they disappeared in drowning despair and bitterness, never to be found again, never to be seen again.

She no longer had the energy to argue with him on whether he was right or wrong. No matter how unpleasant his words were, she felt that there was nothing wrong.

After fumbling around in the darkness for awhile, Song Jiayin supported herself and slowly walked back to her room.

His fingers had just touched the typhoon beside the bed, and he suddenly felt very tired. He had never felt so tired and tired before.

"Bam!" She was thrown onto the bed by a strong force, causing Gong Yichen to feel extremely dissatisfied looking at Song Jiayin's nonchalant look. He only felt that there was an evil flame rushing towards him. Vent. The more he hugged Song Jiayin, the more strength he unconsciously used to hold her hand. His fingers, which were clearly defined on the joints, tightened bit by bit, almost pinching her flesh. However, Song Jiayin's eyes were empty, she could not feel any pain, as though she did not feel anything, and she also could not feel the tension from the man.

"Do you like men that much? Heh, you're so despicable." Gong Yichen was so brutal that he practically tore apart her clothes.

Song Jiayin's eyes were filled with tears, she stared straight at the man on her body, "You are really scary, you made me unable to speak due to the pain, I really want to know, what do you think I am?"

Hearing Song Jiayin's words, Gong Yichen did not stop but instead, exerted even more force.

Song Jiayin, I love you, I love you to the point that I'm about to go crazy. I don't care if the person in the photo is you or not, but now, you are mine! No matter what, you are still mine. You can never leave, even if it means death, you must stay by my side. He quickened the movements of his hands.

Gong Yichen didn't have the slightest bit of foreplay. Song Jiayin only felt that it was cold and painful, her weak body couldn't take it anymore, like a butterfly whose wings have been broken. It was as if she was waiting for the final moments of despair, for it to break into pieces.

Song Jiayin tilted her face, she no longer had the strength to resist. Everything she saw was either black or white, covering the sky and covering the earth.

Pain! Cold sweat trickled down Song Jiayin's forehead. She looked straight at the ceiling in the room, watching the ceiling's shape gradually distort, and thought, even if they say that love and desire can make people happy, she's not happy at all. She's in pain, very in pain, this is probably not much different from the eighteen levels of hell.

Song Jiayin grabbed Gong Yichen's shoulder, breathing rapidly. Her nails dug into his shoulder, sweating profusely, but not a single tear fell from her eyes.

She hugged Gong Yichen. It was only at this moment that she realised that she had not seen him for a few days, and he had lost a lot of weight. His heart ached, but she didn't know where to go.

After a long while, her voice became hoarse. "Gong Yichen … I've been dreaming these past few days... Every time I wake up... Every time I dream about you... But I'm so scared... They would all wake up now … You don't even trust me... You want me to fall in love with you... Is that possible? "

What did he want from her? It made the two who loved each other despair like this.

"Trust, I trusted you. As a result, what you did really disappointed me." Gong Yichen's voice was exceptionally cold.

The two of them embraced each other, but they did not feel the slightest bit of warmth.

Her mouth still held the warmth of this man, but her heart was like a bottomless black hole, pitch black and sinister, as if all the sadness and sorrow in the world, as well as the deepest darkness, were buried within, so frightening that no one could see the end of it.

Song Jiayin watched the man's sleeping back. She was as quiet as a child's, her spine melting. Hard, only soft.

Song Jiayin got up and draped a garment over her shoulders. Opening the lattice window, she stretched out her hand to feel the cool mist of the early morning.

She gently closed her eyes …

It was already morning, and Gong Yichen, who was already fully dressed, frowned at Song Jiayin: "Remember to pack up during the banquet. Prepare well for the next few days, I have something on, so I won't say anything." Then, he turned around and left, leaving Song Jiayin with a heartless figure.

There was a split-second of charging. Moving, Song Jiayin felt that she would grab Gong Yichen's hand and tell him that she actually didn't care about everything. The person she cared about the most was him … Gong Yichen

After being stunned for a long time, Song Jiayin did not know what to do. She started off dozing off. She fell asleep.

"Although our marriage was an accident, the next time, I will give you an unparalleled wedding, Yinyin." The soft voice kept ringing in her ears.

In his dream, he had been the one to steal everything. He did not know how scared she was, but after all these years of hardship, pain, and indescribable humiliation and pain, she had borne everything in silence.

Song Jiayin felt very tired, as though she had fallen into an abyss, only to grab onto a big tree at the edge of a cliff at a life and death situation. However, no one noticed her falling into a cliff, and she kept grabbing onto this lifesaving straw, and after days passed, without food, she could only drink water. After a long time, she felt very tired, she suddenly understood that what she was grabbing onto was not any hope, nor could she save her life. True... Very tired.

Gong Yichen, I want to let go of him now.