An Yi cried bitterly as he listened to a series of messages. The phone slipped from his weak fingers, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ruoruo, we really can't go back! What should I do, what should I do? Ruoruo. I am no longer your An Yi, and my Ruoruo is no longer you!"
An Yi is as graceful as ever, just like his brother An Yi when he was a child, wearing a groom's suit, and like the prince in the fairy tale, but his sad eyes and the bitter smile at the corner of his mouth show that he is not well now. He slowly approaches, only one step away, but can't get closer. A smile appears at the corner of his mouth: "You are here..."
Bang - crisp applause! Zhu Zhenxun waved his hand heavily on the speaker's face. Only I can get close to Yan Ruoyan. If anyone touches her again, I will do it to you ten times or a hundred times. If Yan Ruoyan's eyes go blind this time, I will dig out all the eyes of you people. You'd better pray that she is fine! The boy's eyes flashed with anger, and he threatened a group of stunned peers with an aura that was inappropriate for his age.
I hate you the most, I hate you the most. . . Yan Ruoyan's words kept ringing in the young man's head. Zhu Zhenxun hit the pillar in the corridor hard with his fist, put it in his pocket and walked away. There were a few traces of blood on the pillar. When he turned around, the corner of his mouth suddenly raised an arc, "Your temper is still so arrogant, it hasn't changed at all!"