The last phone call in silence was to Shen Linxi.
He asked: Lin Xi, if I had not done anything wrong, would you love me?
Shen Linxi said: Silence, you may not believe that I have loved you. Earlier than you think, even earlier than you love me. I work hard to be a better person because of you.
She said: Silence, just because I loved you, I hate you, hate you for trampling on me, hate the inequality between us, hate you for letting me know that no matter how hard I try, I am not qualified to stand by your side.
On the other end of the phone, the silent expression was stiff. He was used to Shen Linxi's cold words, used to the girl throwing all the hurtful words at him. Before he asked this question, he had already thought that she must have snorted and said, Silence, who would love you for someone like you?
That doesn't matter. If those knives were the same, the body would have been numb by the time it was cut.
But why would she say such a thing? Let him clearly see how close he was to happiness, but he could only hold on to that elusive but elusive light forever.
So that's it, Lin Xi, is this your last revenge on me?
Silence clenched her phone, her voice uncontrollably hoarse and trembling: I'm sorry.